Works meal with the girls at Zizzis, it was delicious (well what I could managed, which was actually just the salad and cocktail but yummy none the less), then to the new bar, which was utter shite, Glasshouse then ended up dancing the night away in Butlers. I felt like I was on holiday with the warm air and Caribbean style music. Managed to get home after I took my shoes off, luckily there was no glass on the floor. I did get offered a piggy back ride home by a randomer, but I passed, instead choosing to cool my burning feet on the concrete floor.
Was utterly exhausted when I woke up, and would much rather have stayed in my warm bed then face the icy air outside.
Whilst walking around with Leanne and chatting about many things, we decided to AQA ourselves. I was mildly scared on what they new about me, until I realised that actually they'd just googled me and found my myspace photo:
Morgan Dalzell is 21 years old and lives in High Wycombe.
She is a very glamorous blonde and loves cats (do I)?
The name Morgan means 'sea circle' (thanks for clarifying that AQA)!
I then asked them more about Morgan Dalzell, to which they utterly fucked up and replied with:
Morgan Dalzell was born in Dunedin on the 25th
of November. Her nicknames are 'Morgz' or 'Morgy',
and her star sign is Sagittarius. She wants to be a chef.
Well done AQA. Idiots.
Went over to Portia's after to help cheer her up, we went food shopping as both our cupboards are bare, and had some food at McDonalds where we discussed our utter hatred of children.
Its hard to believe if I had stayed on the Health and Social care path I started on after school, I'd be a Nursery Nurse now, I honestly cant think of anything worse.
As i was unpacking said shopping, the handle of the poor quality plastic carrier bags supplied by ASDA broke, leaving my olives in a mess of glass and brine all over the floor, I was slightly heartbroken, but as I was mopping up, I found the 20p I had lost some weeks ago, so I guess its swings and roundabouts.
I'm missing my sister vast amounts today, I can't wait to go home and see her, and spend some well deserved time relaxing, smoking and doing Achmed/KiDULTHOOD impressions.
As much as I'm enjoying University, I cant wait for whats going to happen when I leave, a year of travelling with Portia and Steph is going to be amazing, especially as we are now discussing buying a VW van and road tripping most of it. I want to see everything the world has to offer and I cant think of two people I'd want to do it with more than my girls.
My minds in a slight state of confusion after hearing things, and then not knowing what to believe.
I'm looking forward the break Christmas is going to bring. Even though I'm only home for a week and a half as opposed the the full three weeks, it will be nice to go home and see everyone. I have no idea what I'm going to to for the other one and a half weeks in Wycombe, probably stick rusty nails in my eyes just to keep myself occupied.
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