Crazy Shit That Has Happened To Me Lately

Yay now two people know about this blog. Hi Keryn :D I messaged you just now so I hope you get it soon.

So I turn 18 in ten days. I'm not that bothered. The only reason I'm really looking forward to it is because when I go to town with people from my hostel I'll actually be able to get into clubs, instead of wandering around with the lovely people who volunteer to stay with me.

I love being at uni but I'm worried that no one will want to be friends with me and that there might be some people who will talk to me but not actually be my friend, and all the people I love back home will decide they actually don't like me that much and I'll be a friendless loser who stays shut up in her room all day watching Supernatural.

I'm also worried because they guy I (no light way of putting this) had drunk sex with two weeks ago has spoken to me exactly once since then and it's probably because we hardly see each other anyway cause he's on floor 4 and the only reason I saw him in the first place is because I was invited to drink in someone's room on the 5th floor (I'm on 9th) and he got me drunk and well. At least now I know I'm not going to die a virgin.
Does being drunk make it less meaningful? I don't know.

Also I had my first properly drunk experience that Monday (the sex was on Friday Feb 25th) when I had too much cider and then too much white wine and I passed out in McDonalds (on a guy's lap- his name is Tom, he was really nice and he gave me his jacket) and had to be pretty much carried home. It was embarrassing. People from my old high school saw. And I puked out of a taxi.
No hangover though. Fuck yeah.
Before all the excessive drunkeness though I had a fab time. We played a drinking game in Chris' room and then went to town for McDonalds, but I ended up with a completely different group of people and we ended up at a club instead. I couldn't get inside so this guy Jarred stayed with me and he got wine, and we drunk all of it and then we met some more people and I remember hugging everyone and then McDonalds and then puking on the floor. It wasn't that bad. It was just wine and cider.

That's o-week for you (or me, anyway).
I haven't been out since that Friday though. Just ten days and I can party properly.
I love uni life.

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