Freshers week is....

The devil, the anti christ, a torturous chore of a week that bitch slaps my liver and leaves my body a bloated, aching mess, covered in suspicious bruises that I have no memory of recieving.

And I love it. I'm a third year and am going to enjoy this oh so joyous right of passage to it's fullest. This time next year I will most likely be chained to a desk, partaking in monotonous 9 to 5 chores and nostaligically reminicing about that time i almost threw up at the bar in Kaos after a tequila shot too many.

Sod you first years.

I'm tired and my next door neighbours are either viewing a film with scenes of a sexual nature or are porking like crazy. Rapid mattress squeaks and awfully cliched dirty talk does not make for the best journey into the land of slumber. Unless your actively involved in the sex, in which case I understand we can all feel a bit snoozy afterwards.

I've been told my blog is all me me me and I would hate to dissapoint my abundance of fans. All 7 of you just have such a special place in my heart. Therefore I thought I'd talk about something actually relevant, yet still link it oh so closely to me.

On my wish list are some leather high waisted shorts.

My housemate Zoe (little shout of there to one of the 7) bought a pair from Paris for a mere ten euros and ever since I have seen them in many a high street chain for triple the price.

I even searched on ebay for a pair but typing in the key words "leather" and "shorts" brought up far to many images of skin tight speedos complete with strained facial expressions and oversized bulges.

So I am still on the lookout for a pair that will only set me back a small amount of pennies. Also on my wish list is a smaller bum and flatter stomach to wear them with.