My Thoughts During Freshers Week (In the present tense. Just because I can)

 I have been looking forward to Freshers since I was in Lower 6th (Year 12). I have been regaled with tales of endless partying and debauchery by friends and family, and the plan is to party all night, sleep all day, and pretty much do whatever the fuck I want. My boyfriend is all the way in Exeter 500 miles away...but I will behave myself. I'm trustworthy and loyal and all that good stuff. Although there is no harm in looking...is there? I'm assuming there are going to be LOADS of HOT men (note MEN, not boys) ripe for the plucking...and when the time comes I will just take my pick.

I have met some Nigerian girls. My mother is so pleased... apparently I need to get in touch with my roots. I'm very in touch thank you very much. We all hang out.  They intimidate me slightly. I work hard to tone down my pesky upper crust yet Essex type accent. I want to stand out and blend in at the same time. I try hard, swallow my shyness do all the craziest dance moves. On the dance floor all my fears disappear. Bliss.

Okay, Freshers is not for the fainthearted. My liver is on the verge of giving up and the quality of my skin has plummeted. We are NOT going to talk about my waistline. I know that ice cream is not a suitable alternative for a healthy meal but its so convenient. I resolve to join the gym...tomorrow.

What happened last night?? Okay the vodka was flowing rather freely but that was no excuse to play tonsil tennis with that Cute Guy from London. My head keeps spinning. Will have to let him know that I have a guy. I'm such a bad person. We are going to the cinema tomorrow. With another guy and girl. As friends. He tells me I need to 'sort my boyfriend out'

Say what?? Does he think there is going to be more between us? I barely know him! I thought females were supposed to be the clingy presumptuous ones. No offence Cute Guy from London. No way I'm telling Sweetness. It would crush him. We have started exchanging 'I love you s'. Besides, it was a never-again-to-be-repeated accident.

Final Destination 3D was horrible! I thought it was about cars! (yes I have never before seen Final Destination. Sue me) The blood and gore made me feel very ill. But the fact that Cute Guy from London still has the wrong idea is making me even queasier. How do I tell him our kiss was a one off without hurting his feelings? Damn that vodka.

Freshers week went by so fast! Legal work time. Yes!

Not So Cute Anymore from London is beginning to piss me off. Its way too early for this!

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