I am now poor. I spent all my money on booze and records. I did not waste a fucking penny. 
London was fun. I think the interview went well, I talked a lot which is usually a good thing. At the very least I think I came across as me so if I don't get in there wasn't anything I could have done to change their minds.
Went drinking after with some peeps from here and a friend from college who had her interview immeadiately after me. I got into the pub at about 3.30 and didn't get back to my sisters until about 3.30. It's my sisters fault, I was prepared to go to back t hers as soon as she finished her shift at work but she dragged me out to her student unions club against my better judgement.
I didn't feel well Saturday and spent most of it wandering around London trying to get sober. Didn't work so I met my sister for dinner after her shift and started drinking again. Then I went to the meet and it took me a little while to get into the swing of things so I was a bit quiet at the start. I did get into it in the end but all the best stories from it don't involve me so I will let others tell them.
This morning Britain's railways tried to destroy a good weekend. It took me an hour to get out of Waterloo Station. I only wanted to go to Clapham Junction for fucks sake
London was fun. I think the interview went well, I talked a lot which is usually a good thing. At the very least I think I came across as me so if I don't get in there wasn't anything I could have done to change their minds.
Went drinking after with some peeps from here and a friend from college who had her interview immeadiately after me. I got into the pub at about 3.30 and didn't get back to my sisters until about 3.30. It's my sisters fault, I was prepared to go to back t hers as soon as she finished her shift at work but she dragged me out to her student unions club against my better judgement.
I didn't feel well Saturday and spent most of it wandering around London trying to get sober. Didn't work so I met my sister for dinner after her shift and started drinking again. Then I went to the meet and it took me a little while to get into the swing of things so I was a bit quiet at the start. I did get into it in the end but all the best stories from it don't involve me so I will let others tell them.
This morning Britain's railways tried to destroy a good weekend. It took me an hour to get out of Waterloo Station. I only wanted to go to Clapham Junction for fucks sake
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And yes, my room is huge! And I have a marbled shell shaped sink in there! It's so old school.
I am not disfigured with a huge cheese burn that had bloody better heal before the meet next weekend or i am NOT going to be happy.
Hows things? xx