Daily rambling about shite all - lah lah lah, i'm a lazy fuck!!!

Yes, so i moved. Live blog wasn't really doing me any good, so i decided to move to live journal. Blog is just full of web based sites and nothing juicy that i could get my teeth into. Most likely people reading my blog were frustrated internet geeks. And i was probably giving a little too much information. Ughh... had a thought of geeks masturbating over my posts. That's really not very nice thought. I shouldn't think things like that. I really shouldn't. But I'm at work and I'm bored. So far, I've done completely fuck all and it's great. It's now ten past four, i have little over an hour to go and i'm intending on not doing anymore for the rest of the day. Woo hoo, yipee!!! Ems is coming to collect me from work and then no doubt we'll spend the night drinking wine (me, she'll probably drive home)and talking about crap all. Sounds good to me!! At least i hope she's coming to collect me from work, i've heard nothing from her all day, so i dinny nae.

Arggghhh... I fucking can't wait to get back to uni. Was talking to Cassidy yesterday, we're meeting on friday for coffee, most probly to discuss the whole prac 3 thing. And i get to register on friday!! Woo hoo!!! I am a third and final year student!!! Scary biscuits indeed. Lee's coming up on thursday night and no doubt we shall go out to the union and get pissed. That deserves another woo hoo!!! I should avoid the barman for a while, just forget about the whole thing and let it go. He's not interested and i'm a fucking eejit for even thinking about it. You'd think that after everything that has happened to me in the past few months that i would be off guys for a while. Apparently not. Because i am a fucking eejit. At work they are making yet more tea and coffee. Should i risk another cup? And be on the loo all night to come? No thank you, i shall resist. But good news people!! No longer am i afflicted with hangovers. After months and months of wishing that i was one of the lucky ones, i now am!! I have managed to force my body to take large amounts of alcohol without complaining. And i suppose it's throwing its hands up in defeat. "I give up!" It's saying. "You win, Bec! I will happily allow you to get absolutely bladdered whenever you want and no longer will i complain!!" Good body. Good head. Good dodgy tummy. No doubt i'll get wasted tonight (not too much, my sister is at home and i don't think i could handle her disapproval. Grrr.. teetotals are just pains in the fucking ass. What they need is a good hard... well, we won't go there), but no doubt, there will be slightly too much and i'll wake up tomorrow feeling like pure and utter shit. But sure no matter. I've learnt my lesson. Drinking games with a bottle of wine in your hand is never a good idea.

I miss barcelona. I was only there a week this time, but being there brought back so many memories. Of what it was like to actually live there, albeit for six weeks. Was still the best six weeks ever. And i thought maybe it was because it was the only place i've really ever been, apart from northern ireland, which is undoubtedly shit, but no. It would seem that i'm in love with the place. Better to be infatuated with a place as opposed to unsuitable males. But being there brought back how familar it all is. Although i did want to kill Ruth. And anyone who dares to say that i'm like her. Grrr...