Now the wonderful aggie's back i can entertain her again with me hilarious journal entries.

Currently on a countdown to week: 0
Leaving on Friday after approximately 7 weeks of doing NOTHING. I cleaned the fridge, I witnessed the breakdown of my family, I did some art. (not that i'm going to put on here mind...charcoal...i don't know what got into me)
I'm gradually gettin excited about Bristol. I was so looking forward to it at the beginning of the summer but i think i've been afflicted by pastoral numbness. I got into the halls i wanted, i have a big room on the old quad, with walk in wardrobe and all mod cons including broadband wahey novelty in my life. There are formals every friday where you're not allowed to stand up for the whole meal. what the fuck??!! guys have been known to bring relieve themselves in the empty wine bottles. and i will have to wear a robe like fugging hermione or something. I have been warned about this phenomenon called "fuck a fresher". Second year guys pretend to be 1st years and screw as many female freshers as possible pulling the nervous and sensitive line. I might instigate a "fuck a fresher-fucker" tradition. Dastardly.
I'm movin in next sunday after a brief sojourn in london where i'm going to catch up with some people ahem no names heh.
France shall be no more soon. Us living here that is, i'm not announcing the upcoming demise of the whole country or anything. Who knows where we shall end up. Hopefully I can just escape from it all and watch on bemused from some ditch in Bristol where i will no doubt be spending some inebriated quality time.
My cunning plan to lure people into being my friends thanks to my beautiful shisha pipe is taking shape...
Anyway heres to a new era, a new year, a new life. Ha ha how sappy do i sound, but tis lovers, tis.

oh and, i'm myspacing now :
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facebook soon to come