Hallowe'en Party tomorrow!

God I am excited, all my stuff came the other day so it is going to be bitchin'!

Goth Juice

Today I looked like Howard Moon when he dressed as a goth.
Good old make up.
I can't do eye shadow for shit, then again we were using black which is a bitch to blend, or so I was reassured.
I'll practice.
But tonight I have that feeling of not wanting to be here. I put a lot onto university, thinking fresh starts, and yes it is amazing, but I want to be working somewhere.
Don't really want to go in tomorrow, I am far too tired. I blame the peer pressure of staying up late, but when I get back tomorrow I shall make some food, then think about doing work, not do work and watch a film or two until I fall asleep.
I've been aching to watch a film for ages but when I have my laptop I don't want to watch one, and when I lend it to someone I want to watch a film. But tomorrow, regardless, I shall hide and watch a film.
Tomorrow shouldn't be too bad, just visual studies (which sadly ends after Christmas, leaving a massive art based module hole in my life), then postiche. Though I haven't finished making my side burns. I was going to get up and do one in the morning, but I will indefinitely sleep. Mustache is done though, so they can't complain too hard.
And I pray my Hallowe'en stuff arrives soon, otherwise I'll cry and the whole year will be ruined.

Eurgh!

To say I feel like death would be wrong. Death would be peaceful and relaxing, and these are feelings I am far from.
However, I regret nothing.
I have been out three nights in a row now, and that is fine as I got a letter from student finance saying I get around five and a half grand now. Last night was the best of the three.
First was Taunton carnival. It was so grand, but I didn't really understand it. Each to their own.
I wasn't planning on going out, then I was in the Perkin, funny how life takes you places. Then Mambo, I do love that place. And that is where we remained until it shut, then went back and drank and talked until the sun came up, then stayed up more.
I fell asleep around eleven, woke up at two, went to bed, then I got a phone call so I gave up with sleep and finally started one of my journals.
But back to last night, it was marvelous, every minute was great. The company, the conversation and the dancing. Somewhere along the line I ended up talking to four Norwegian girls for a while, some say I pulled them, I have no experience to say what it was, but it was nice.
I just want to go back to last night and live in it, that is how much I enjoyed it.

And now my mother has got a puppy. The first dog had to be taken back, so now we have a puppy. I really need to go home, really, really need to go now. At some point in the next few weeks I shall.

How I Met Your Mother.

These days I end up going to bed when I used to wake up to go to work.
It's like seeing how the other half live.
Also, my life is like How I Met Your Mother. Because I'm so egocentric, everything I watch has to be somehow brought back to myself.
In this situation I am Ted, and I have found my Robin. I'm pretty sure that regardless of Ted's and Robin's different wants and needs out of life I will still end up with Robin.
And my dad visited today, surprisingly pleasant it was.

Degeneration of skin.

This doesn't even belong in the back seat anymore.
I often think about maybe doing a post, but I can never be arsed, too busy living life and all that jazz.
Not at the moment though, just waiting for The Inbetweeners and drinking coffee and trying to find some Goo Goo Dolls tickets for Brixton. It's not going well at all.
I'm looking because it turns out one of my flat mates is a fan of them too! Amazing, I know. We are looking for tickets to go and see them along with another flat mate, and maybe siblings too. But my hopes are being repeatedly dashed each time I open another ticket related website.
Maybe we'll get lucky...
University is still going fine and dandy, but I was in bed last night thinking how it would be much better to live in a flat with all these people here without the work.
I'll need to go home soon too, for I have been replaced with a labrador. Yep, you heard, a dog! Crazy, I thought my mother would never get one.
My dad will be here Thursday too, luckily I have college all day so it should just be a short, awkward evening.
The flat is decorated for Hallowe'en already! I love that Stacey shares my love for the most wonderful time of year. I also need to order my Skin Wizard stuff for my Two Face costume. I do hope for it to be as amazing as I picture it.
I also seem to be a small topic of conversation at the moment, about certain things. I must say, I love the attention.
I love everything right now, I was lying here in the kitchen earlier with people around me and thinking how everything was going great. After being here just a few weeks it's like we are all one family. It will only get better as the year goes on too.

Goodness in my belly.

I love how many days can pass between posts, it reminds me that I have a proper good life going on.
I don't feel homesick in the slightest anymore, that was just the first week.
I can just wander about halls and walk into kitchens on my own without the need of a buffer friend. I do feel in my element, that is certain.
This said, I am looking forward to going home soon, I shall probably go some time this month or early November. I feel bad because I can't remember it all that well, the day to day life of home and all the faces and usual conversations that would be had.
But I am growing up more and more each day.
Today we were applying foundation. I feel it went alright...
I lack the years of practice, but I can paint so I have transferable skills at least. I do feel out of place sometimes, but this afternoon when we were doing sun tan make up I felt really confident and was having a ball. And I feel like I did a pretty good job and I kick myself for not taking a picture.
I shall try and organise some sort of make up evening this week and get the girls to dispense advice, and I just want to play more.
I ordered my make up case the other day so fingers crossed it comes this week. I shall definitely take it home at Christmas and do some make up for friends, just to hopefully show off and get more practice.
Ahh, tomorrow shall be a good day. Visual studies and postiche.
Which reminds me, I mustn't forget all my stuff I left in the kitchen.
I should sleep as I am catching the early bus tomorrow. I intend to do some work before nine, however I might just read my book. Or I might take my prosthetics book and read about wigs...
I have that wonderful feeling in my belly when you know all is right.

Redemption Day

Just balled my eyes out watching the death of Phil Harris.
I have known people who have died and not shed a tear, whereas if a guy off a documentary dies it will tear up my day.
I'm hopelessly upset.



Anyway, last night was fun. Finally it was my turn to spew, yet I like to think I had some style and grace to it and more importantly I carried on partying and drinking afterwards.
Uni life is still excellent.
But I miss Phil Harris more than anything in the world right now.