I am actually seriously not looking forward to going back to London this weekend, due to my house mate. She’s moving out this weekend, which I’m glad of. But we do not get along. At all. And I have a feeling that as she is moving out this weekend therefore will no longer have any responsibility towards the house, that she will use that as an opportunity to start something. She already tried to brick my window in one night when drunk. And all of this is simply because I told another house mate that I don’t like her and I don’t feel comfortable around her (it was always as though I was forcing conversation and we have nothing whatsoever in common) and that I was therefore I was looking forward to her moving out. Since then we have ignored each others existence. Except for two nights ago when she decided to shout down the phone at me whilst I was on the phone to a different house mate enquiring about bills.

So yeh, basically. I plan on avoiding her.

I’ve had an absolutely sick weekend tbf! I didn’t plan to go to Loughborough until Saturday and my original plans were to get tattooed on Saturday afternoon then go to Heather’s for the night. But on Friday Dane let me know that his needles hadn’t yet arrived, so I rebooked for next Saturday and decided to go to Heather’s Friday night! Getting there was a bit of a bastard as my train from Ambergate to Derby was 30 minutes late meaning I missed my connecting train to Loughborough, which also happened to be the last train. So I had to call my dad and ask him to drive 30 miles to Derby to come collect me and take me to Heather’s, else I would be stranded there until at least 12am when I could get the airport bus instead, and he did. 

I got to Heather’s about 11, Joe had finished work early so was there, along with Bexon and Scott, and later on Ellie. I got absolutely wrecked on a 70cl bottle of Jack and was up until 4am with Joe and Bexon (Hev passed out, it was rather comical) dancing to very loud dubstep and filming the boys dancing like prats (whilst I danced like a prat filming them) *Skip the next 3 hours* Saturday I spent completely fucking ridiculously ill hungover as fuck due to my horrendous whiskey head hangover but soon got back on it and we all got trashed again last night! Now I am back in Derby at Caroline’s ready to start work again tomorrow morning!

I would actually quite like more weekends like this please. 

Dear Tumblr,

    It feels like centuries have passed. I currently have no internet in my student house - Installation date is October 12th. Hence the lack of posts (which btw, I hate. Tumblr is my way of relieving stress. Without the ease of posting, I’ve been getting very aggy) I have now been living in big’olde LDN for two and a half weeks now. Specifically, Hendon. Its a nice area. Quiet, but lively. A very big culture shock to L’boro and East Leake. I don’t think I’d say I prefer it to home; I love my quaint picturesque village. But it certainly overshadows L’boro. I have 7 housemates; Sarah, Tej, Aman, Jade, James, Sam and Michael. Everyone gets on really well and there’s a diverse mix of personalities. I have been told I am the loudest housemate, which comes as no suprise to me.

   Started University yesterday. This week is purely for induction purposes; lectures start next week. My timetable is pretty laid back, just 8 hours a week of lectures, seminars and labs. I may possibly have a slight crush on my subject leader - he looks like Mr Engaged (an ex) minus the tattoos, piercings and stretched lobes. So yes basically I would happily roger him! The uni itself is nice, the buildings are pretty lush although the SUbar is dire.

   Made a big decision at the weekend. Part of my BPD is that when I get close to someone, I find it very hard to give them up. In some ways, Benny made that both easier and harder. He was the hardest to let go. But I did it. And this weekend I let go of someone else I cared a lot about. I may not be something special, but I know I at least deserve honesty from my friends and I certainly don’t deserve to be kept around until I’m fucked off for the benefit of others. If someone is willing to fuck me off because their partner asks them to, then not only are they incredibly dim for being with someone who would ask that of them, but they are also certainly not worth my time. I don’t need people in my life who I mean so little to that they could do that. And I certainly will never forgive. This person is just another to the list of people I have been unfortunate to get involved with.

   Other than that life is pretty good! I love living in London, I’m loving the house/housemates and I’m excited for things to come!