Hello peoples,
Nothing particularly exciting has happened in the last few days.
However, I feel it necessary to continue blogging despite, for the benefit of those riveted by the series of events that is my extremely interesting life (bahahaha).
Basically, hey guys!
I discovered how to make a really nice tomato soup to serve one in like seven minutes.

You will need:
1/2 tin of chopped tomatoes
Vegetable stock
Chilli powder
Basil (haha you thought I meant real basil. No! Like what you get in the little glass jars in ASDA!)
Ground pepper
Vegetable oil

Okies, so you dump the tinned tomatoes in a saucepan, with about half as much water as what's already in there. Stick it on the hob. Crumble in vegetable stock. Randomly chuck in chilli powder, basil and pepper to taste. Then a *drop* of vegetable oil. Seriously, not to much. Same with the chilli. I don't care if you like it spicy. Too much = GROSS.

Bring to the boil.

Eat it.

I discovered this over reading week.
Whaddayaknow? I did do something resourceful! Didn't even google it, man! I invented it!

Yes, I am drunk again. I'm more fun when I'm drunk.
Except when watching movies. I just talked very loudly through 'Knocked Up', mainly about how Seth Rogen is such a great actor and he's actually quite cute, and he's not really 'fat', he's just kind of 'chubby'. True, though, and I'd say that sober.

Yes. I don't know what all that was in aid of.

But kids - don't turn into me. I got a text message from BU PARTS telling me to be at rehearsal at noon tomorrow and I literally thought 'are you joshing??? 12? Who's up at 12?' then I realised that the majority of the nation is up at 12 and I was utterly ashamed.
Hopefully I won't be too hung over.

OO! We have a new flatmate!
Catherine on my floor, who is lovely, is dropping out of Uni! WTF??? She came into the lounge today to say bye, and I thought she was just going home for the weekend, but it turns out there's someone else turned up to take her place.
Don't get me wrong, new girl is lovely (another very attractive girl to make me feel unhappy within myself - LOL), but I had no fucking clue Catherine was leaving.
Caz = BIATCH!!!

Basically, I think this whole post is here to tell me to s.t.o.p d.r.i.n.k.i.n.g.
IT IS BAD
IT COSTS MONEY
IT MAKES YOU TALK THROUGH GOOD MOVIES
IT MAKES YOU POORLY
YOU HURT YOUR LIVER AND YOU TURN YELLOW AND DIIIIIIIIEEEEE

basically

Oh yeah, and I miss my friends so much it physically hurts.
That's not relevant to the whole drinking thing, but it's true.
Can't wait 'til xmas!
And now I'm off to make a drunken twat of myself in front of someone who's recently tried to make ends meet with me.
Takes balls to do that. Give him a big hand, guys.
For the record, I'm the dick for ballsing this up.

Luvs!


xxx