Well, not very much really. I got a bit pissed, saw "the man the legend" Joe Scully and had a frightful attack of the old "Bambi" legs on account of the fact I hit the house specials with abit too much om-pa-pa and afterwards when trying to ascertain a danger-free route to the toilets or the bar my legs kept wanting to go in different directions so I resembled Bambi when he was trying to negotiate the ice. Except, I'm not covered in brown fur, don't have four legs and my Mum was never shot. Actually, better give the last one a bit of time before I close the book on that.
Bambi even pulls a face like me when I'm pissed and discover that the bar is still open for another 3 days. Shock with just a hint of pleasure.
But as you can probably tell nothing really happened to prevent me from updating the site since that night. A couple of things happened that will probably prevent me from going to my tutorials and being able to look a couple of the blokes there in the eye but thats about it, such is my need after I've had a few too many to get to know my fellow course mates a bit better, pour out my life story to them and usually try and get them to read the site. Always seems like such a great idea at the time.Since then my life has been one big hamster wheel of endless (literally with my last one clocking in at 3 hours long) tutorials, lectures, presentations and marathon bloody dissertation write up sessions. I fucking hate being a third year. It was so much easier being a fresher, only need a poxy 40% to pass the year and there was no shame in getting that because it had absolutely no bearing on your final degree class. Grrrrrr!
I can't actually wait to leave now and I never thought I'd catch myself saying that. I've just had enough of having no money, working all day and then all night to get everything done and I'm just bored. I've got so much stuff I want to do but I can't do any of it until my bloody finals are out the way.
I'm also fed up with people. Not any certain people, just all people. People undermining what I'm doing, people not listening to me, people who won't just let me get on with things, people pushing me, girl people, boy people. All people.
Hopefully, this is just a phase or otherwise I'm going to find myself living up in the hills somewhere on my own away from all the fuckwits just to try and get some peace of mind. Hmmmm......seems pretty appealing from where I'm sat at the moment.