So last time I blogged I was all like “Oh no, exam soon I’m going to die. Woooahhh”. Well, the exam did not go so well. I was told I got 50% but I still don’t know the real result because of the exam being ridiculous. We got asked the same question twice and some of the questions had several right answers. So we have been told that we can show up tomorrow and find out what’s going on. Trust me: I’ll be there. Luckily I went out clubbing that night and drank away all the hurt feelings and made a fool out of myself. I don’t think it’s my fault that I had too much alcohol. I blame Dusk for being a really cheap nightclub and having £1 drinks! Apart from dying of exam-stress I have been quite an emotional wreck with everything that has been going on. I am moving (again) but this time I have a ten day gap between moving out of Murray Hall and into Bayne Street. I’m crashing in Musselburgh at Connor’s place until I move in so I’ll have to travel back and forth between Stirling and I really don’t like that. I especially don’t like that it’s the middle of fresher’s week so I’ll miss out on all the fun and in the morning I’ll get to see Connor cuddle up in bed and being super comfortable. I really need a car. Luckily I have great friends who are letting me store my fridge, ironing board and other general crap in their flat. They are also hosting my birthday party since I’m homeless. Great friends really make life a lot better! Last night I went out with some of the girls and I had a great time. I was really hungry since I forgot to eat before we went out I left the nightclub at ten to one to grab something to eat (all the food places in Stirling shut at 1). After completely destroying a subway I decided to go back to dusk, but it was cold so I got a taxi home instead. I really think that was a smart move because I woke up this morning not feeling like jumping in the university lake to end my life just so the hangover could end with me. Maybe quiet nights out is the way to go? Save money and not being a zombie the next day. I know it seems like I am some kind of alcoholic-party-animal-student that does nothing but go out and get out of her mind drunk all the time, but that’s just because I never write about all the night I spend at home eating a whole tub of ice-cream and watching a film or a crappy TV show for the 5th time. And the only times I write about the nights I sit home studying is when I have studied so much I feel like just dropping out of university and becoming a stripper. Not that that would ever happen. I don’t have the stamina to dance all night and I imagine swinging on a pole would just make me feel sick and dizzy) I also now realise that I should most probably update my blog a lot more often. I imagine a bunch of small blog posts to be a lot better than one occasional long one like this! (also had to steal this picture of my Instagram account becuase I'm blogging from the library, that's why you get the lovely description with it)
