Your Door Loved It. Your Door is a Massive Slag.

We came, we lashed, we conquered.

This is round 2 ;)

So we've done it. Returner's. Like Fresher's, but much more epic and with a less severe flu. I only did 4 nights, but they each grew steadily louder and messier. They were some of the best nights out I've had, and I cannot wait for more. House parties, clubs and cocktails will fill my nights this year (and the occasional essay I'm sure) but I can hardly wait. And if this last week has been anything to go by, they are worth looking forward to.

As well as the catch up and the dancing, I've also been getting back to work. Lectures kicked off again today (at 11am. No early starts for me) and I was pleased to discover that it was actually quite fun - not counting the mad rush up the hill between lectures, of course. This year has only been going a week, and already I know it is going to be amazing.

♥

The End of Summer

Now summer is officially over, the season and that period of time where there are no lectures and seminars to worry about. We've been in the house, working (me a lot less than others, I will admit) and preparing for the coming year. For some, the work has already begun, back on campus for hours on end. Myself, I don't start again until Monday but that means that this weekend I have to buckle down and finally finish the book I have been saying I will finish all week. (I'm fairly certain it should not take this long to read 'Great Expectations'.) So that means barricading myself in my room, giving my laptop to a housemate to eliminate the distraction of the internet and then cups of tea. Lots of cups of tea.

Those Girls At Number 9

And so it is official. As of Friday, the five of us were all moved into and settled into our house. This meant food shopping, carrying more boxes and suitcases than I can remember and the reunion that has been, in some cases, around 12 weeks coming. But the transition was easy and by the Friday night, it was like nothing had changed. We were all dressed to go out in town, laughing, and taking pictures with Laura's polaroid camera; pictures that are now stuck to the fridge. And tonight it's all about the nice dresses and pretty shoes, with an even bigger group of girls, as we all go out for cocktails. We are all of the mentality of making the most of the time before lectures start. It's almost a shame: this is the kind of student life I could get used to.

The Best Medicine.

Now, here's the thing. I'm known to giggle, a lot. I can't help it. And it's always at the most imappropriate times, like when someone has fallen over or is getting told off. I don't know where it comes from, but more often than not it will burst out of me, and I will eventually fall into uncontrolled laughter, and more often than not will end up crying as a result. What I like most, though, is laughing at things that are childish and that won't result in someone being offended, such as the above. You always feel better after laughing, dizzy with amusement. And so an explanation about the pictures above: Henry, the house hoover but also the house pet (see him in his house??) clearly adores the red chair, and as for the fridge magnet poem...well, there needs to be an element of crazy injected into every mundane situation.

Ribbons, Stripes or Polka Dots?

Back at the house, I've found myself back into indecisive mode in terms of how to decorate my bedroom. I was always hoping to have something Wonderland-esque about my bedroom but it is becoming harder and harder to figure out how to do that without spending money that I can't afford. Although Wonderland inspired furniture would be lovely. So I'm trying to now decide what I want. I can't decide whether to have glaringly bright colours, all thrown together, or to go more muted with white and pink. Seeing as I will be spending a lot of time in here, the decision is crucial. It is going to take a lot more Googling before I finally make a decision.

Good Days, Bad Nights.

The house is rather cold. The floorboards creaks and the doors stick. But it's my house, where I'll be living with some of the best people I know, and I love it. Or at least, I love it until 8 o'clock. That's when it starts to get dark and the house starts making strange noises. Especially the fridge. The fridge likes to buzz loudly and really give me a fright.

My solution to this problem: I am searching for books online, books I want but don't need, books I loved once and books I could love in the future.

And I really need to finish Great Expectations.

Secrets.

This song is all kinds of beautiful and I've had it on repeat for the past three days. I can't decide what I love more about it: the use of the string instruments, the vocals or the lyrics. Everything about it makes me want to smile, dance and cry at the same time. In particular one line jumped out at me: "I'm gonna give all my secrets away." And it inspired me, and got my to overcome the writer's block that has been hounding me for the past month everytime I try and figure out where I want the story I am writing to go. I wrote down all of my secrets and I realised, there's a story just in that.

The biggest one of all: I try hard and want to do all of these things to be better, because currently, I don't feel good enough.