I shan't complain, considering my hours slewing away at the computer making a nonsensical vlog were then the laughs my friends cheered and chinked their eyes to.
It's the 'word vomit' I wish I had rather have swallowed. I'd start to blame it on my alter-egos Facebook, Twitter and Blogger.
But they were like having invisible friends in the darkest hours, so it was kind of comforting to know I could rely on the worst parts of me.
Tiny hoorays for word vomits then.
Four months of waiting to get back to uni is too long. I'm there now and the first few hours into the night were spent sipping delicately on a Coke can and taking minuscule bites out of a bar of Galaxy between two men; Jamie Tayler and Joe Harwood. I hit the ole' L-Town at around 5.30pm and was met by my friend, Lauren Moore before scooting off to talk some trash to unknown listeners on Radio Lab.
I'd love to say I love Luton, but I can't do so without retching. It's best that I just don't say much about it at all.
Anyhoo, Radio Lab had experienced some overtime from The Midweeker with Jamie Taylor between 6 til 9 instead of the usual til 8, as we were the only people really actually doing something student-like in the university, and of course, we had nothing else to do until Thursday; the Induction.
So I crash out at Lauren's place.
I kept her awake through the wee hours of the night, consistently remembering something then forgetting to tell her what it exactly was. Basically I was doing the best I could to annoy her, but I failed miserably. But something else grabbed her goat and it got me too.
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Induction Morning at 10am :
Announcement - "If you have already registered online, you don't have to be here. Sorry."I WAS FUMING. But by then I had had my third cup of coffee since waking up on a Swedish brand sofa (I get paid to advertise on here, I won't mention other brands unless I see some dough, y'know?) so I was probably jittering without much self-control. Lauren is gasping and being flabbergastic with her hair and James Gallimore, my Harry Potter/David Tennant//SuperMario look-a-like friend was complaining about the amount of sleep he'd lost for being here. He sleeps with his eyes open.
I spent a 2 whole nights in bleedin' Luton just to be told that I didn't have to be here till 4th October, the next Monday. But there is an upside to the filth of this monstrosity that hath been slandered towards me.
I could fit in my timetable just as I would've liked to, so I jammed my Monday and Tuesday with all four modules, so that I'd be free for the rest of the week... which means I've got 16 hours of a degree wedged into just two days. Ah.
I'm seriously doubting whether I can do all of the work assigned within short spaces let alone ATTEND all of them on time. But that no-can-do attitude could ultimately be the fruit of my failure, so I got to up my game and set myself straight.
I could always hop into another class starting later and use my charm...even show them a little of my vlog to make them laugh and love me....nah, it's like I'm just BEGGING to get beaten with that shit.
But I gotta say, I love being back, even if it is Luton. I just got to ignore the immense amount of ugly people. I'm going to start walking around with a mirror so that when they look into it, they'll even avoid themselves.
