“When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog.”
A Somali student, on what has surprised her most about the United States. (via seulray
(Source: africandogontheprairie, via nakedjazz)
So I am officially at Leeds.
'Secret Diary of a Fresher' lied. Freshers is not a seething mass of half naked bodies imbibing obscene amounts of alcohol. I had to force my housemates to start bevving and get dressed so we could boogie and we didn't leave until 11.30 and everybody forgot their ID so had to turn around so I scraped in on my existing friend's flatmates's group…
Everybody seems nice though and actually I’m relieved to not be in LAD CENTRAL. I feel like I put off university for a year and now I want ‘the real fresher experience’ whatever that is (‘down it Fresher). But also don’t want to be pushy for it ( a hard line). However, I draw the line at School Disco parties. The Union was too full of people. There was no room to dance which is my biggest pet peeve. Also horrible boys wearing snapbacks kept on doing the ‘sidle up behind you and try and grind’ move which is vile. They just didn’t understand the word no and got really shirty when I gave them withering looks. So glad I didn’t wear head to toe Burberry as the night was not worthy of it. But not all bad news chatted to one of my little brother’s friends (yes I’m cool) and they raved about him which is v nice.
And because we came by train I need to go to ikea and buy kitchen/ bathroom essentials which is a pain in the bum. I think I will just subsist on carrots for a few days after i’m done hiding in my room listening to Lauryn Hill crying because I was supposed to be seeing her tonight but instead I’m supposed to be going to a UV rave :(((((((((((