Hungover Reminiscing of The Fish Finger Variety

Sat with a rather sad looking plate of fish fingers and rice (the standard student meal of ‘I can’t be bothered cooking and these are things I have in my cupboard’), whilst attempting to fight off the inevitable post-Halloween hangover, still covered in a red tinge from last nights fake blood costume (despite 2 showers of intense scrubbing), it suddenly occurred to me how much of a deja vu this situation is to last years Halloween… (prior to the, then unknown, dramatic downfall of events)

Of course many things have happened in a year, wonderfully good, severely traumatic, and very much life changing.

It’s all very strange…

Back in university halls, I slotted back into the stereotypical student profile faster than I anticipated. Juggling the stresses of dissertation writing and module deadlines, sleeping patterns becoming increasingly abnormal, any excuse for not wearing clothes and, as obvious by the current meal of fish fingers and rice, food combinations at the height of bizarre!

With final year comes the additional question of *cue dramatic music* what happens after graduation? *high pitched screaming*

22 year old young woman with wild dreams and a lack of funding, dreading the unknown “real adult life”, I need to get my shit together!

But it’s not all doom and gloom!

Nights of laughter and ridiculous dancing are a promise, and with my favourite time of year just around the corner (no, it’s never to early to be excited about Christmas!), I’m hoping the festive spirit will boost my morale and motivate the final push through term till a jolly holiday with family, friends, and the first time celebrating with the lovely new boyfriend- cheesy mistletoe at the ready!

Whilst finer details of the future remain a mystery, fingers crossed (not a fish finger pun) that a sudden brain wave of ideas is just waiting to be discovered…

D.I.S.C.Oh I wish

On friday I experienced my first ever ‘night out’ as a completely sober woman – let’s just say everything looked a tad more bizarre with the clearer vision!

I have rather blurred memories of my former drunken student life 4 months ago- a haze of shots, more shots, and then more shots… dancing like you’ve just escaped from an asylum for the clinically insane, countless pervy men, and the kind of music that one seems to love when intoxicated, but otherwise would consider it as a hideous aversion to the ears.

Knowing full well that, without my usual intake of alcohol, the whole experienced would be slightly altered. I braced myself for what was to come!

As you can imagine, I was right. The floor seemed stickier, the walls dripping wet from the sweaty, thick air. Looking around the room to see the crowds of people in varying levels of drunk- those literally hanging off the rails, both real and imaginary, clinging to their friends, shouting and slurring obscenities, grinding and thrusting on members of the opposite sex. All whilst attempting to sing along to the music of what appeared to be the same generic song on repeat; mostly consisting of a heavy base line, a woman moaning, and a rapper talking about a random of mix of everything from Tesco shopping bags to ‘big booty bitches’.

Truth be told, it was HILARIOUS.

Very much like a zoo after dark, wild animals let loose, and smelling a bit like excrements.

Of course I had to join in- one can’t resist a good boogie opportunity, and I most likely still gave off the impression of a mentally unstable being. Busting the classic over-dramatic dad-like dance moves, all the while tactically avoiding the gropes of preying males, slightly greasy looking, most definitely underage, possibly drooling and somehow thinking its perfectly acceptable to squeeze your bottom as you walk past – *angry inner feminist frowns*

However, despite the unusual surroundings, all in all I did have a fun time with my friends!

Though for a little while at least, I may stick to grooving to Billy Ocean in the comfort of my own bedroom…