Now that i have bopped on down to university, leaving the dear old Rhondda behind, I feel that I have come into my own. I am a neat freak with an absolutley terrible obsessive compulsive disorder when it comes to the placing of items. I have to move things about ten times before i can be at ease with myself. I am a woman, and therefore have bizarre outbursts of emotion which not even i can begin to explain. Gone are the days when I was able to lounge about in the common room laughing merrily with the most amazing people in the world, gone are the days when my hair didn't get greasy over night. Gone are the days, when i could live off less that £100 a week, and gone are the days when my life was worry free and full of wonder. Now however I live the typical student life, rolling out of bed at 1pm, throwing on some sniff tested clothes and possibly going to lectures. The joys of the student loan and looking forward to the next installment have become a major part of my life, with my callendar marked up counting down the days to when my bank account will once again be full. Getting ridiculously drunk and shouting at bar staff is one of my specialties, I am always right, even if i'm wrong. I'm always thinkin up new strategies of repair, to possibly salvage the broken items in my room in order to hopefully retrieve some of bond fee, the two little burn lines everywhere from leaving my straighteners on is going to have to be a sandpaper job... All in all, it's a very interesting world. You strive to achieve something for your whole life, yet you have no idea what your reaching for... Not that I'm at all depressed or unhappy. I am in fact having a god damn good time! Sometimes, the ramblings of a mad woman.. aren't all that mad after all :)
Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with
Estherosis
Cause: genetic mutation
Symptoms: glowing in the dark, extremely polka-dot blotches, dancing, sneezing
Cure: fire
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Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with
Jonosis
Cause: drug abuse
Symptoms: mild 80s haircut, vague euphoria, vague dehydration
Cure: fresh air
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