We're not in Kansas anymore Toto.

Whyyyyyyyyyy?!?!

It'll be fine, I thought, as I jumped out of the shower and there's on PJ's with gay abandon minus underwear... And it was all going dandy until I had to walk over my Nan's at 11pm and realised the error of my ways. No body parts should ever be allowed to get that cold. Unpleasant, I think so.

Assignment done, weekend at home, at uni on time- I was feeling pretty damn awesome today... Until I printed out my assignment, pollypocketed it and submitted it into the drop-off box top-side first and spent the rest of the day worrying whether or not the beautiful pages of my assignment were scattered everywhere in the locked drop-off box. Note to future self... Drop off closed side first!!

I knew I should have ticked yes to the optional extras of eyes in the back of my head. 

After bounding round ideas for a while, we've got random notes, loo paper, gimp masks and hostage teddies in the mix. This. Is. war.

Sometimes, the best way to finish work is to not do work. Take a night off, go for a run, watch telly and talk to your friends. Refresh your batteries and do 10 times more work tomorrow, refreshed and awake. 

After the gay abandon of last night, I woke this morning to my alarm at 8:10 am. Thinking I had 20 minutes to catch the bus I panicked- half drunk- stumbling to find clean underwear and scrub off the woefully removed eye-liner of the night before. Giving up thoughts of a shower as the collateral damage of having a social life, it was only mid-knicker-shuffle that I realised my lecture didn't start until 10... I had an hour and 20 minutes to get ready. Needless to say, first stop- coffee and a shower. 4 hours of non-stop lectures later, I was about ready to commit... Queue 2 hours of typing up lecture notes. 

At 2:38 am, I'd say this is a pretty respectable time to be getting back after a night out. After much vodka, free candy floss and Jager, laughter and dancing- Tonight has taught my -slightly intoxicated- self one vital life lesson... NEVER drop your bag by your friend's feet to run off and dance fabulously to cotton-eyed Joe- as beautiful as the line-dancing, boot-shaking, arms-crossed frivolity is... It's not worth the panic of realising you've lost your bag and rushing to the desk to find it's been handed in and your the luckiest son-of-a-gun alive. Lectures and work-load aside, I love Mondays!

Turns out waiting for 15 lectures' worth of notes whilst there's a queue of increasingly pissed people just wanting to go home and start their weekends isn't exactly a beach party. Note to self- print daily in future. 

So it turns out writing "It's not my fault I have a wide-set vagina with a heavy flow" isn't exactly funny when written on a Uni real-time mind web in an information research workshop. Here's looking at you guys at the back. Whilst we admired the balls of the sender I guess the lecturer didn't exactly appreciate the reference to the pop culture of our childhood. An overdose of carbs, a jog and a midnight ironing session later, it's time to hit the books and the joys of mathematical mechanics of ventilation. Who needs sleep when there's caffeine??

Skipping breakfast- one fat nono! One coffee and two cups of tea later, it was 2am and I was slowly wasting away in a lecture theatre to the droning sound of my stats lecturer and growing older by the second. Nice weather for ducks? I started the day by waking up late, skipping breakfast then had to wait for the bus in the rain without a hood- Scarf turbans? Yeah... Not really a good look. After finally getting a seat on the bus, I was merrily sipping my coffee when I took a massive gulp, inhaled about 98% before spluttering it everywhere including all over my nice white shirt and the poor guy next to me... Looks like he won't be asking for my number any time soon. Sorry about that. Choir practice, 11 pages of notes typed and a (100%) Ion-exchange test out of the way I was feeling pretty damn pleased with myself- keeping said coffee stain carefully covered by said turban scarf of course! Before running like a lunatic for the closest edible substance. Praise Nutella.

So, today I had 1 crisis of faith, ran for 2 buses, had 3 lectures, walked 4 miles, met up with my best friend, ate a BBQ chicken melt, and found a slug in my hair. Overall, not a bad day.