Secrets of the universe, the mysteries of life,
And the things that don't make sense
All come clear
'Cause music takes me up ..
And the things that don't make sense
All come clear
'Cause music takes me up ..
Friday turned out to be a pretty epic one in the end. I made it to my 9am without a hangover or a grumpy face, which is always an achievement, and at 3 I had my speaking exam! It was actually far better than I could have hoped for, especially as the examiner is pretty much a legend within her own right. It was also a pretty good article that we had 15 minutes to study at the beginning, something about Mongolian children being mistreated and overworked in gold mines. Fun.
That was followed by Fruity at the union, a night out you either love or hate, much like marmite, except without the yeast and brown stickiness. And tonight was a special night - 2 of the cast of Skins were present! Yeah! You know, Skins - that shameless parody of life that thinks it encapsulates exactly what all 16 and 17 year olds do on a daily basis. I still watch it from time to time though, but wouldn't go as far as to actively seek out recognition from the cast, would I?
Ahhh, I'm such a hypocrite. Remember my entry about herd mentality?
Their arrival on stage found me pushing and flailing for the front, amid a mass of other pissed up students. "Look!", we cried "They are from the telly! They deserve our mindlessness!". So our 600 strong crowd battled forth and flung our hands, bits of paper, Fruity tickets, bus tickets, even, god help us, cigarette packets towards these two poor girls and then felt all chuffed when we got stuff signed or had a seconds worth of hand holding.
I lay claim to all of those things, which in my eyes makes me pretty much A-list. My fruity ticket has 2 signatures, one of which I admittedly can't read very well, and I qualified for 3 seconds worth of hand holding. I wish I could say that this was only the first time this has happened, but it was a blatant repeat of the same thing last year. I hadn't even seen Skins then for christs sake.
That was followed by Fruity at the union, a night out you either love or hate, much like marmite, except without the yeast and brown stickiness. And tonight was a special night - 2 of the cast of Skins were present! Yeah! You know, Skins - that shameless parody of life that thinks it encapsulates exactly what all 16 and 17 year olds do on a daily basis. I still watch it from time to time though, but wouldn't go as far as to actively seek out recognition from the cast, would I?
Ahhh, I'm such a hypocrite. Remember my entry about herd mentality?
Their arrival on stage found me pushing and flailing for the front, amid a mass of other pissed up students. "Look!", we cried "They are from the telly! They deserve our mindlessness!". So our 600 strong crowd battled forth and flung our hands, bits of paper, Fruity tickets, bus tickets, even, god help us, cigarette packets towards these two poor girls and then felt all chuffed when we got stuff signed or had a seconds worth of hand holding.
I lay claim to all of those things, which in my eyes makes me pretty much A-list. My fruity ticket has 2 signatures, one of which I admittedly can't read very well, and I qualified for 3 seconds worth of hand holding. I wish I could say that this was only the first time this has happened, but it was a blatant repeat of the same thing last year. I hadn't even seen Skins then for christs sake.
