Just plain lazy

Okay yes I am lazy and yes I know it's probably been longer then a week, but I am a busy person, and seriously tired.
I have gone from being a simple fresher to now the PR Manager for the Exploration Society, team leader for a trek in to Pakistan in April, competing in a mooting competition this coming Wednesday, turning 19, baking seriously chocolatey cakes and making home-made pizzas, becoming a Current Affairs representative, exposing my hidden fear for machines (I meant microphones), taking most of the Law library out on loan and stacking aforementioned books in my room (provides a homely feel), dressing up as a zebra but looking more like a Siberian tiger (which is soo much cooler) and being and feeling absolutely shattered. So as I slowly remove the eye-liner and tiger paint (which is actually really expensive Mac eye-liner) I shall upload and leave you with some pictures over the last few day ;)

My flat likes ring of fire

Limp Party

This is definitely becoming a weekly thing than a daily thing...Anyway I am an example of how sober partying totally works. I mean come on if everyone's off their heads around you if you let loose and act like a loser than what will you lose? Dignity? Pride? Nope...because you'd do the same if you were drunk and probably end up the next day nursing ProPlus and coffee crying at the sound of the shower drip drip dripping in the corner of your ensuite student room (why is it insanely loud and why is it the only thing you can hear?) No none of that shizzle for me, while I jump around banging out my old school big-fish-little-fish-cardboard-box-raise-the-roof-moves I am enjoying myself, I am confident and carefree and totally looking like an idiot on drugs it doesn't matter. Everyone around me is strung up in their own haze that I look pretty damn normal to them, I am not stumbling over myself, I am not doing anything I KNOW I will regret. I am joking about, I am laughing and I am sober. I can look out for my friends to make sure they are safe and get home on time, I know I won't be getting in to anything risqué and I am happy, I will go home singing loudly to Use Somebody in the world's most tone deaf voice, I will get to my room, pull on my superman t-shirt and sweats crawl in to bed and sleep peacefully. And the best part, I will wake up and never even have to glance at the ProPlus, I am totally up for another night and doing anything else all in a good mood. Hey I am not saying alcohol is bad, I am ProChoice my choice is just marked with teetotalism and no regrets. I have fun and my liver loves me. Why would I destroy a perfectly brilliant night with great people by getting off with some idiot who doesn't know me and I him, then throwing up in some bushes stumbling home in ripped tights and waking up feeling terrible and not remembering a thing? (I know extreme situation-but that will never happen to me) Granted I can't really compare the two being on the booze and without having never drunk alcohol before but I urge you all to try it just let go, have fun, and just go for it you do not need vodka, rum, Guinness to have fun all you need is to forget and let go shake it all away and go for it, it might just become vogue one day ;)

Flash back one week ;)

Okay yeah I know I haven't been at all good at this daily update but I swear I have been busy, after the hectic move in day I had a lazy Sunday which I totally deserved...Monday was mixed with Law events and the Pirate Party which was an event of it's own. I looked as expected nothing like a pirate but the night was awesome dancing along to known and unknown music the only drawback was getting drenched in other peoples drinks, being teetotal that wasn't quite what I was looking forward to. Being the responsible sober one I helped a flat mate and her friend home I should have a medal. Tuesday night was Quiz night which dragged on but it was a nice chilled out event, Wednesday and Thursday were chilled catching up on Law degree stuff receiving a Law Lecture note pack which I am not kidding is ridiculously big. Making friends on the course and going in to Falmouth and Truro for some team bonding sessions ;) Friday night was the big Psycho Circus, but being the special flat mine is we decided to ditch that and play Ring of Fire (no alcohol for me instead I had to down hot chocolate  which I did haha and water man I am still bloated from that session) After that we dressed up and headed in to Falmouth but being the amateur I am I ended up leaving my ID at home, luckily my flatmates already trashed decided to do a pub crawl instead which was sweet. After an excellent and absolutely fun bonding evening we all came home. Saturday I went to Fally with a flatmate for a spot of retail therapy mine involving getting my second Roskilly ice cream which is LUSH-plan is to try all the flavours. Getting home and making homemade pizza for the second time in a row, then the next day walking to Fally and back with my flatmates. From Penryn to Fally my shoes broke so I had to walk barefoot (mind in socks) an experience I urge you all to try but I am not saying it's any fun. Getting home and then making lasagne...sigh. It's been a busy week already feels like I have been here for a year. I have excellent Law mates, excellent flat mates and am at an excellent university what more could I ask for? I ended up signing up to the following societies at Freshers Fayre:
Lacrosse
Law Soc
Debating Soc
Ladies Football
Tennis
Badminton
Expedition
Rock Climbing
and probably more apparently I like giving my personal details away the second you say the word sign up ;)

I know this has been a rubbish post but it's late and I leave you with a few pictures from the last week ;)

I promise I will get it together and take more pictures and put up better post but it's 12 and I have a lecture tomorrow at 10 so see ya ;)

 

Well Hello Cornwall!

I am finally here, in this remote corner of the United Kingdom. The butterflies shot out the second I glimpsed the sign Penryn (thatta way) and got even worse fluttering furiously away when I saw the next sign entitled, Tremough Campus. Oh it's all real now. After months, weeks, days, hours, it's seconds away, it's now. It's cliche-ishly all a bit surreal, I am sitting here in my flat room typing away. Which is by the way dead to the world-my flatmates are much more social then I but utterly lovely-to be honest though you would all be unsocial if you hadn't slept for 2 days and being the avid sleeper I am I am dying here. Anyway, after trekking 7 hours from my awesome hometown of Brighton I finally arrived only to find out I had to drag my possibly 18 bags of luggage up a flight of stairs, thankfully my brother helped. Man do I not travel light! I have more kitchen stuff then needed and way to much food. Within 2 hours, a takeaway indian, some shifting about, pin stabbing and bluetacking moments to adore I was flicking away with my Kodak to capture the first-and last time-my room was cleaned, and here are these moments for you to enjoy. (Yes I know it's not clinically clean at least it's neat-ish) Also sorry for the awful photography just that that my finger isn't visible in any photo....

>My door, I had extra photos/certificates/postcards to put up so I decided I would build on this collage throughout the year ;)

> My view from my door, big table, photo collage on bookcase, printer, personal kettle, laptop and matching chair and curtains snazzy 

> My ironing board, double bed with lovely overhead light, and my prized pineapple (who needs a pot plant when you can add a tropical feel and eat it after ((which is what we did))

>My noticeboard minus any notices, you might have noticed that neither of my posters go together, well thats just me I am an eclectic mix, another montage of photos, my free cat calendar (I hate cats) and my best friends handmade birthday card

>A view of my desk, I even have a phone and lots of mugs so special.

 

>My ensuite soo shiny

> My ensuite, I have an excellent shower and snazzy towels

> I have a safe which I don't know how to open but ah well I don't have valuables I am cheap (see Argos Value box)

 > My wardrobe, select clothes which all really need ironing...we'll see.

Well this is mi casa for the next 3 months then I fly back home for Xmas...scary scary thoughts.... this is where the journey begins.