hathycol | where logic cannot intervene

Suprisingly, I didn't have a hangover when I got out of bed today. I did when I originally woke up. I needed a drink of water, so I staggered downstairs with a mug to be greeted by Salda.

"Good morning," she said. I was shocked by the fact she actually spoke, but I was more concentrated on the water.

"Morning," I mumbled, and took a drink. "Going back to bed..."

I did. Got back out of bed at 11 and I felt fucking FANTASTIC. There may have even been some singing, worryingly.

This good feeling soon left when I went to - le gasp! - a lecture. I say lecture. I in fact mean that it was a lecture on how to take notes because I felt that I should try and do something useful rather than just laze around the house all day. Ugh.

Then we did the shopping. Much more productive. Tea tonight - oh, god, I'm talking about making the tea - was fucking fantastic - stir fry and prawn crackers and rice and noodles and it was delicious. I like cooking, I've discovered, even if I'm not very good at it.

We then all prepared to go out to a bra party. Oh, we were skanky. We all looked fantastically whorish. The fact that Sarah and Derya are now pretty much a couple helped this image. Then we ended up at a random house party instead, that was actually rather dull, and discovered that the bra party was in fact tomorrow, leaving us looking like strippers.

Well, never mind.

So, I am back here. I am debating going to watch The Royal Tenenbaums in Katie's room or whether to do my ironing. Oh, the choices.

Um, I want to say something existential and meaningful about university life for all those starting really soon, but I can't think of any.

Oh!

amchau! Your letter was brilliant and I loved it to death, after a moment of "... weh?" It is pinned up on the notice board after being read to the housemates. SEND ME MAIL PEOPLE. Having letters brings me joy, it really does.

~Hathy_Col~