SO HOT.

MY NEED TO POST MY LIFE AND TIMES ON THE INTERNET IS MELTING.

ALONGSIDE MY COMMON DECENCY TO MAKE UP REASONS WHY I'M NOT POSTING.

FOLLOW ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE.

@lorisseyleopard

My university refused to accept the paradox of refusing students access to their loans until they pay £100 for "studio fees" and £10 for missing an appointment that we were not notified about. £110 from students who have yet to be given any funds, and have already had to pay out £1.9k in advance for accommodation.

Whatever the issues, it's done and I'll be paid soon, hopefully. So good times will ensue. 

But for now, I have uni in the morning and I've stayed up waiting for a Skype call that completely hasn't happened. So, you know...whatever.

Today I was in Mile End with my brother as he's looking for universities. Some disappointing frappuccino, and some spectacularly busy tube lines mixed into a tub of a shit ton of travelling. 

Tonight was spent walking streets with over £3000 worth of audio equipment, standing underneath a bridge near Hammersmith with two large rapper types and a small camera, in a flat playing drink Jenga, in Notting Hill getting kebabs and insulting pizza companies while offering them CVs, and, finally, I'm now tucked up on a sofa bed above a dentist.

 London threw me a curve ball, and I have now completely remembered why I chose to move here.

Turns out

That Funny Games aren't funny.

Just watched the film, and I'm a little too sketched out for rational thought so I'm going to be brief:

Breaking the 4th wall and rewinding time to save yourself during a film is so much scarier than a gun or a shark. This film makes so little sense and that's a little terrifying. But it's okay, as I have Old Boy to watch afterwards.

"Tim Roth has said making this film abused him, and he'll never watch it. He said he was particularly disturbed because Devon Gearhart resembled his own son." (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0808279/trivia)

No wonder, I'll never watch it again unless I want to be disturbed for the rest of my days. I'm going to settle down and get an apple tea, I'm no good to talk tonight.

Met new flatmates

Ever heard a French male talking to a heavily Irish female? It's freaking hilarious, let me tell you.

Second day and it's been a little better. It's not home, and I don't think it will be until it's actually a comfortable place to live and until girlfriendcat is here. Soppy I know, but telling the truth on blogs kind of makes sense after this long. However, this will do as I have everything set up how I want it- and I have The Girl That Played With Fire to watch tonight thanks to Tobe's everlasting DVD collection.

Success!

No picture with this, can't be spoiling you so early into the term or you won't come back.

Wait.

You're not going to come back, are you?

I'm back in London

And it's been a while, internet.

The move in process was a little difficult, took me about a day and the whole "leaving my lifelong home for the last time thing" is yet to kick in. Although I'm glad I have very little part in moving out of the old house now as it means it'll hurt a little less when I return to a different house in Somerset next time I come back. As selfish as that sounds, it makes sense in my head and makes me feel a little less guilty- plus I can offer my room out as a storage space which will be tenfold more helpful than myself.

Only half of us have returned, the other 2 are still in the old town harbouring commitment issues over coming back, for whatever reason. This behaviour will only lead to them having an inferior amount of time to settle in before lectures start, as opposed to a solemn couple of days in a terribly flycatching part of the world. By this, I mean that it can suck you in and bleed you dry without noticing- with only it's greenery manifesting a positive reason to stay.

So, bring on the later nights and house hunting so I can get out of this place and into somewhere that feels like home! Need to get my photoshop skills back to top form too, this building drawing was so lazy and uninspired that I almost abandoned the post.

Actual happiness incoming soon, promise.

It's now basically the home straight

It's like 10/11 days until I should be going back to London, and I've been keeping myself ridiculously busy with everything. This is also being mixed with the whole thing about the internet having a million freaking ways to say everything, and another million ways for other people to read it. It's just a spot, I'll be back soonish.