MISSING: CAROL, FOUND: TOILETS.

AGAGAGAGAG.

Yesterday was a beautiful day and yet sad as Dennis has left us for the bonny Norfuck. We miss her bad.

Basically, yesterday Breakfast Club occured in Ellie's Room, it was very nice. AHAHA. And then I dropped Hannah off at the train station after she had spent £6 in Marks and Spencers Food. She is weak.

Then I returned to the hood of B2.2, it had been missed. We saw Milo quickly before he darted off on his lady friend date ooooerrrrr!

Then, me and Louise were still analysing where all Ellie's money went. She was poor and yet loaded, just where was all the money??!?!? But then it became clear that she in fact had a child at the youthful age of 11 called Carol. She is currently identified as not in Switzerland. Excellent. But then also on discovery, Ellie has a suitcase full of money under her bed, perhaps Carol is with the suitcase?

In which I revealed to Louise that Carol must have had a rough time of it this weekend under the bed...Ben was over. AHAHAHHAAH.

At 3.30 both me and Louise had personal tutor meetings. Sadness. I had kissed my personal tutor on the cheek at chem ball. And dont remember anything. But the embracing was amazingggg. He said I should do a Year in Industry as I would be missed AWWWWW.

Then tea time came and me, Louise, Ellie, Eskell and Milo joined the Come Dine with Me recreation where Louise buffed up on carbs, Ellie had lentil and bacon soup with tomatoes, Eskell a mixing bowl full of stirfry and I had quiche excellent.

At this dinner table funny funny quotes were had. I cried and lost all foundation on the facial area.

Quotes of the DAY:

"At least it looks like you've been revising and not doing your face"

"Carol" she had lots.

"Want to be vulnerable? Lets cross the savanna"

"BUILDERS vs EARTH"

"Why don't you go for an orange juice then?"
"I'd rather steal an orange from Morrisons for the adrenaline rush"

"Touch my neighbour"

"Who's your daddy"

"Jay Stacey" Ellie drools.

And then we went for a walk to look mine and Dennis' house for next year. In which we got lost. All needed a wee. Got funnier and more weak. It was amazing.

Then we saw a fat old Indian man move like nothing we have ever seen. Amazing.

Then we came home fested on more carbs. Laughed, cried, sleep.

Very nice.

Post: Michaela.

MICELLIES DAy of NOOOOO'thing

Today,

Woke up... 10 am, reccorrd breaking lateness, even mic was up laters then ussuaal.
But then she did have a late night, falling asleep with louise on the faall.
After second breakfast we did the following...

*did washinggg*
*faceblooked*
*'reevised'*
*LUNCH*
[Mic had bought sum weird under the sea creation.
and bought me a milkshake for zee crazings.]

*I also had a shower and theen me and mic went to mass.

Today has been a truely exciting day of abssooluterrly nothing.
tea was exiting with a cereal dessert, and toffee crisp balls, molded by your truely..


p.s
Hannah Montana was amazing.
Musical.Emotional.Beautiffle.


pps.
Sausaaages are good. joolly good.

Ahhhhhh f**k! I can't believe you've done this.

Womanizers of the UK touching down all over the joint. Why hasn't anyone blogged? WELL! Let me tell you! Its because we have all been united after 4 weeks of easter holidaying in our various homevilles and have been embracing each other too much to find the time to blog. I have only found the time as I am all alone in the flat! SOBBBBB!

Louise is fighting poverty, single handedly.
Ellie is on a field trip at a brewery. God save us.
Eskell is dining with future housemates yielding cake.
Rachel is at a gig with Gav and Caffs.
Dennis is frolicking with Artic Fox (a man).


Well where to start?!?! I will begin chronologically and see where the wind takes me.

On Wednesday 15th April I returned to the Flat of Joy. I had missed it so baddddd. All the photos on the wall and the beautiful note Louise had left me explaining her absence:

"Loverations! Welcome home!! I'm so sorry but I lost my phone (as in since last night) and cannot ring you! I faffing so please be here when I am here later!"

AAAAA face embrace was upon meeee. Luckily I had fionnuala with me so off we went to sainsburys to buy unneccessary items for us to eat. Fantastic.

Then on the Thursday Ellen and Ian came up for a frolick in which we discovered the treasure of Akbar. We defied the Balti King by entering this high market and cosmopolitan Indian restaurant aagaga. Then family Welsh departed and it was just Mic and Lou.

Friday 16th April Hannah Dennis and Milo Jones return to the hood. SHEEEER EXCELLENCE. In which. we celebrated this fabaaalous unin by getting drunk and hitting cockpit. A disposable camera was taken, returning with no film (yet to be developed).

Cockpit was certainly full of mouth activity for miss dennis who embraced celebs, weirdos and randomers in various fashions whilst holding my hand. Yessssss. Then a man and his ladder hit the floor of room one to fix a light, in which the chanting LADDERMAN LADDERMAN began. Then I got thrown off the stage by the bouncer and generally got crowd raped by the cocks of the pit.

On the way home, a gentleman hits on the den. She wants his coat. She is cold. He wont give. She begs. We all exchange numbers. She gets coat. We go home. Schleeeep.

Saturday morning, a very hardcore Hangover Club indeed. I hadnt drank all holiday and had forgotten that metallic feeling in the mouth, the paralysed legs and streaming eyes. We exchanged the gossip finding ourselves HILARIOUS (obviously because we are) and then hit the big L, mainly for more food.

Instead, coat guy rings all pissing day asking for his coat and then adds us on facebook. We continually lose Louise as she buys new phone and too much money is spent.

Sunday Eskellaaa and Rachel return home. YESSSS. Louise and me receive huge hugs and kisses from grandmother eskell. What a woman. Anddd the party is back on track. Except Ellie the devil doesnt arrive til the Montag.

Montag. School starts. 9am. Microbiology. Everyone still hungover from Friday. ELLIE IS HOME!!!!!!!!!! She leaps like a tiger after prey into my arms. She smelt good ;).

This night we hit Faversham, and Dennis buys what seems to be 3 crates of strongbow and sambuca and all sorts. Ellie and Michaela drink wine and cider. In large amounts. And down cans of strongbow in one breath. Except Ellie being the gaseous woman she is. BURP. word.

Faversham is empty and shit in terms of an amateur single lady. Except we frolicked and danced like mad men late into the night. Dennis is escorted home by Welsh. Welsh walks back to Fav followed by dude on BMX. Dancing continues. Photos are taken. James bonds with Michaela's faves. Excellent.

Tuesdayyyy woah. What a day this was. Labs in the morning. Extremely hungover. The shakes. Still very drunk. Could vom at any minute. Start experiment. Too small to reach acid. Falls on the floor smashes everywhere. Big commotion. Three demonstrators take to clean up. I run away home to change my shoes. Didnt think to help. Just left. Obviously still drunk. As consequence of drunkeness product is orange, not clear like everyone elses. Frick.

Wednesday gets exciting. Hannah Dennis meets Artic Fox (aka Paul Monteverde) in town in mr secretsons buttt now everyone knows. Ellie and Mic are left to their own devices. aaah. Hereby, Ellie and Mic hit the park and make packed lunch for Louise consisting of nuts, jelly and ribena. Puuurrrrrfect. These three sumptuous women now hit the music library. Embarrass themselves by asking for Westlife and dancing and then falling over. Snorting and not being aware of the appropriate decorom of the joint. ahha. Louise takes out Electro Samba, no electro is in sight.

Then we have an epic bbq in hyde park. Very nice. In which we played charades AMAZINGGG the best of louise enacting winnie the pooh and james' reluctance to do womanizer.

Thursdayyyyyyy, many a single lady hit Akbars. With hot hot hot food and too much huge naan bread everyone has a sumptuous time. The hardcore single ladies hit the night life with spicy breath and objectives of securing 29 year old men in "Henry's" classssyyyyyy.

Fridayyyyyyyy Hannah and Michaela hit York to go see Casiotone. A very sexy night. We rolled up late afternoon and frolicked in the sun. Then we went to an old fashioned sweet shop, flirted with the guy behind the counter just to get free bon bons. And that we did. Thennn we furthered the flaff to pizza hit. WOAH - funniest times of my life everrrr. Then we hit Fibbers (or as I like to call it Fiddlers) to watch Casiotone. A musically talented hairy man.

Then after admiring bum rape at the station, taking photos and eating rice krispie squares Saturday was upon us.

Saturdayyyy was hilarious. It was the night of Scotchfest and the Medics Otley Run. AMAZING. Paul and James came for tea on the sumptuous day ( I forget to say Louise's friend Lucia was here, she is seductive.) as Mic prepared women for fairytale fun. Thennn Mic and Hannah went to Scotchfest, Mic was drunk and shouted over a performance. Bad times. Then went on to join the Otley Run. MEssssssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Screaming (and tears from Milo) went down and much 99p blossom hill yesssss. So many drunken exchanges and laughs occured (basically I cant remember) and then on the move from Hyde Park Pub to The Library a music video of Womanizer, filmed by Ellie and performed by Louise and Mic. Excellent. Thennnn Stand and Deliver was played in the Library and a microphone was thrust in everyones face (by me) asking them "How they felt about that".

"Ellie how do you feel about living next door to me?"
"I like it, you can hear me having sex"
"YOU CANT SAY THAT ON LIVE TV!"

jesus.

Aussi, I forgot to mention Ellie was extremelyyyy horny, text Ben to proclaim this and BAM no reply so she tries to rape the rest of us. (Mine and Louise's dreams finally come true).

The next morning Mic and Louise are up at 6am and embrace Ellie whom proclaims "Look, I'm not naked so get out". How did she know? ahahha. In which we laughed at the photos, drank tea and prevented the munchies from getting any worse.

Sunday, this is EPIC. The shower head falls off onto Eskell in the shower. She screams and screams and screams. Unfortunately Mic and Ellie just laugh at her then get Milo to do a bit of plumbing. Later that evening I embrace the shower. It falls off and dooshes me in the head, naaaaaaaaaaaaaasty. AGAAAAGAGAGAGAG. The flat is aussi cleaned for a "flat inspection" as our flat was reported to be the filth.

We know who it was. The pissing new bin man who just swears at us and kicks the chairs. Loser. Just because you wear a reflector jacket you are not superior. Jesus.

Then the next day Ellie informs the accom office of the missing shower head.

"There water coming out of the wall"
"Where abouts? The head or the tap?"
"The wall...."
"Is it an emergency?"
"Oh no no we still have water"

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH.

And which it brings me to today (in which more frolicking and spazzing occured in between but i have homework to do) where I am all alone in the flat. Waiting for Ellie to come home. Hopefully drunk and full of amazing things to sayyyy.

Post: Michaela.

"What happened to you and your bf"

I would like to inform those of you who read this of two things that happened in my life yesterday.


Firstly; I went shopping and bought nothing but shampoo and conditioner. It was a good day for us all :D

Secondly; I got this text from a guy I know "Hey Hannah. Might come see you in Oliver on friday :-) what happened to you and your bf"

HOW AWFUL IS THAT?! Ahahahahahahah!

That is all. Goodbye!

and the easter goes on...

ah mic i send u hugs of joyous lurve.

i nearli cried the otherr day,

i crashed me car after the SECOND DAY of being insured.
ouch.

ps i have dyed my hair red,
please dont hate me hannah!

Ellie

pps

i would like to remind u all of the Christmas themed Otley Run idea in JUNE :D
xxxxxx

I need you. I want you. Oh baby. Oh baby.

Its not funny anymore I want to be back in Leeds with the homies.

Due to none of you being online on facebook chat, I resorted to looking through photos on facebook which were of St Patricks Day, the Jam/subculture day and crunch club. I nearly cried my eyes out. I had the spazzy tear that falls down your cheek so slowly, like in the films where its balancing on your eyelid (but the bottom bit, but i didnt know what it was called).

And thennnn the pissing Wharfeldale played the "Slipping through my fingers" song off Mamma Mia. I was a gonnerrr. Ellen was confused. I was whinging about the fact work wouldnt let me have today off work for the party I had waited all holiday for. That I was looking at pictures of my friends in Leeds and how these will be the last few weeks we will be the flat. That I hadn't seen any of my home friends due to illness. In which Ellen did the usual "dont be silly, it will be fine, you will still all see each other and you would only waste money on a night out in grantham, save it for leeds" achh her words of wisdom.

And now I feel much better (in case you wondered) but thought you should all know of my 20mins of bizarre trauma ahah!

Men, In 6days I will be back in the hometown and I cant wait to see you all.

I miss you alot alot alot.

By the way. We are having a celebratory Otley Run to commemorate end of exams. Me and Hannah finish on the 3rd June? So we need to think theme and when. Yo.

Post: Michaela.

Welcome to Norfolk.

Life has gone downhill since I left Leeds.

It's 12:07 on a Wednsesday morning, my mum is cooking my lunch, and I'm still in my pyjamas! Everyday is like hangover club day, butI'm not even hungover :\ I also sat and watched my shoes get washed in the washing machine the other day :\

Anyway, due to my disgusting lack of blogness I'm going to let you know whats been going down in the flat sticky out bit of England otherwise known as Norfolk (or if you live here and you are a farmer (like most, although not me or Louise, because we are in the minoroty) it is pronounced "NARRRRRR-FUCK")

So, I came home a long long time ago, and promptly went out with my two best friends to Norwich which is actually quite a nice place, but not as nice as Leeds. We went to the petrol station on the way home, and bought cheesestrings and fruit pastilles. That was a good time. Then I HAD A BATH. That was immense time, I'm not even lying, and I had purple Radox bubbles!

I have discovered over the holiday that I am pretty much a domestic goddess. I can make the best carrot cake in the world, and I made scones, and mocha cake, and flapjacks. I am just good. Full stop. PERIOD.

Oh, and also, I have done nada work, but I have lent my services to my community by playing in Oliver! in King's Lynn, which starts tonight which should be giggles all round, and also I sang in a concert for my singing teacher, and played in a windband and an orchestra in a concert. I am such a nice person really!

Sexual seduction lies at nil this holiday I am very saddened to say, I feel I am letting the side down, but don't worry guys, I'll be right back on it when I actually bother to wash my hair, living in the countryside and sharing my mums car is good, it means when shes at work I'm stuck in the house, so have to make NO effort with my general appearance, fabulous, the record currently stands at 5 days without washing my hair, I'm pretty proud!

The postman is pretty much a let down at the moment too, all the post in Leeds seems to be exciting, but all I get at home is stuff addressed to Mr Hannah Dennis trying to sell me personal accident insurance, do they think I'm a klutz or something?! Gee, they don't know me very well. And I'm still waiting for post addressed to Lady Hannah Dennis the Superbulous. One day, one day!

So yeah, I believe it is time to get up, I won't dissapoint my mum by eating lunch in my PJs, I'm going to find something nice to wear!

ROGER THAT!

11 DAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Follow the East Star

Jah,
I have finallaali realised how 2 get into zis ruddy fing.

Hummm ...........

well lousie wife came 2 stay, in the sseperate bed but i bombarded it aniway.

I hope shee has the gud times, after trip to Croydon-ia where after Lou said she was ill and I took responsible action to chuck her in a black cab with my address written on her arm in black eyeliner. and my alarm code ( which turned out to be wrong)

OK TOP T3n things that have haapens...

1. Pushed a middle age man about wen gropped. no body messes with this foo'
2. Met Famous people Jack Straw and Editor of Times :YUSSSH
3. Managed to get my heel stuck in the gutter of a train station when running for a train, then dismanlted and pulled the guttering along with me.
4. Fell asleep on the train and woke up next to some old lady on the last stop.
5. Saw the Virgins (vip guest list spanku very musch)
6. Had Goldshalaaga shot for the first time
7. Ate a sausage at 3am from a mans trolly cart. and survived sausage.
8. Heard about cake cup, where you can make CAKE in a CUP!
9. I had to ask Ben for a tampon the other day. that was exciting.
10. Replaced rice crispies for Specail K.

tis all ellie xxxxxxxx

miss you lot a lot

Breakfast

well, we all know how much Louise LOVES breakfast. alomost as much as Ellie. In a bid to curb my habit of having two breakfasts, I tried some Special K sustain:

"Special K Sustain has a special balance of protein and fibre to help you keep satisfied for longer leaving you free to make the most of your morning"

Absolute Lies. 2 hours later I was like a ravenous rat.


Ps: guys, wheres the committment, this may have to be renamed Louise and michealas blog! :-P

I am not quite sure HOW it has been 2 weeks since I last saw you, (and we were in the sun in hyde park diving off wedges) aka, how have i survived this loooooong?

Am going out for a final shinsig in norwich tonight, you coming dennis?


love you all xxx

Sexual Seduction no longer.

Guyssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

This alien influenza is possibly ruining all my life. Mainly because at Rose Cottage (where I live) you get told off for spazzing. Imagine no spazzing. Nada, zilch, kaputt.

I'm going to work today in the "british summer time" waeyyyyy aka one hour less sleep, bad times, ahaha.

Yesterday I was a rather a woman when I embraced the fact that I am now blinder than I was 2 years ago and needed new glassessss. I hate glasses shopping. None of them ever suit me, I just want my old ones baaaack. So, anyways I got some yesterday, and I fear I do not look the womanizer I once once. Its a severeee concern.

On that note, I must leave. Some of us need to go and earn the dosh :D

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OH HEYYYY

Ok, so the week alone in the flat of joy has been tres bizzare. Its been rather unproductive, as i have been ill most of the week. however, today i:

*wrote an essay

*picked up a package

*went to news and booze and bought ginger biscuits for milo

*had a carl shaped visitor

*straightened my hair

*flooded the kitchen

*made the site manager a cup of tea to thank him for resolving the kitchen situation

*threw myself at the feet of some bloke that came to check our shower, ewbcause i thought he was a)burgalar bill or b)the phantom. He turned out to be nether, but I managed to trip over the hoover in my frenzy, and spill my breakfast :-(


And now I am going to church. with red lipstick on. ohohoho.



Last weekend i went to stay with Ellie. it was beautiful in every way. Espec when she rolled in drunk at 430 and slept WITH ME IN MY BED. how many days have i waited for this to come? If there are any outside readers today, these two clips sum ellie up rather well.

This one

and

This one



I ove elli and how we abuse and love each other simulateneuosly. CArl came round earlier, and observe that i was making far too many jokes about his new 'postgraduate beard' (which i maintain is a legitimate term). I concluded that the reason was that I have no had elli here to laugh with/at.


Ok i ahve to run now. i love you all and prommise to write more often. get well soon mic. xxxxxxxx

I Miss Leeds...and Facebook Chat is undergoing maintenance.

Yodles.

Guys, I miss Leeds bad and the general spazzing.

I'm even missing the Phantom and the fact that he is apparently in Surrey, I hate this and I am very jealous I WANT SOME PHANTOM LOVEEEE! ahahah.

Only 23 days until I'm back in Bonny St Marks yesssssssss.

Basically, the latest news in Mic ville. I watched the last Larkrise to Candleford and sobbed...not just a bit...for a few hours and then went to work (which was tres bon to be honest). Andddd then me and Fionnuala are finding each other hilarious as always :D

Yesterday, I bought mine and Dennis' tickets for LATITUDE eeeeep. Sehr excitement even though the line-up hasn't been put up and its rumoured to not be intense, I'm sure it will be amaze though agagag.

NB: At work cannot say to customers: "What a woman", "spazzing about" or "I'm not going to lie" they JUST DO NOT UNDERSTAND.

Aussi, I wonder how the kitchen is looking? Its a bizarre experience having to load and unload the dishwasher, hang washing on the line and hoover. Anyways...

Hope you are all safe and well!

Post: Michaela.

All time low.

"What really goes in inside there...?

Louise has gone to the library. commenced at 9am, will resume normal service at approx 3:30. we hope.


Quick apology to Ellie for mooching out of the irish dance fest last night without telling her in a panic at the realisation of my immense ammounts of hausaufgaben, and to Mic and Dennis for not making it avec the mousatche. tonight will be all together different, I am going to get my dance on!!

Yesterday we got the pleasure of meeting Hannah Mason, who is Hannah Eskelles homegirl. Meaning that at one point, in our group of 7 there was 4 hannahs, 3 Irish types (loving st. Ps, obv), and 2 'Woods'. (the surname, not the large concentration of trees.)


Anyway, I'm going to have a break, go to the toilet, and check my phone. Nature calls, I wanna see who else did.

Post: Louise

So much to sayyy ANDDDD so much time - excellence.

I have honestly no idea what has overcome the flat, no blog in what 7 days?!?!?!?!?!? Does that mean nothing has happened in a WHOLE week? No possibly not, so why have we neglected our poor blog? I'm not lying when say that this may have reduced me to depression. NO LIES.

Well what can I say? Wednesdayyy me and Hannah went to see the Rumble Strips and she though it a sumptuous idea to jump on stage during the encore - fab times! There she was dancing away and Charlie was pretty aweful of her, it was truly a beautiful moment. Thenn she attempted to crowd surf and fell flat on her assssssssss on stage and then sucessfully completed the task and ended up in the arms of 'X'. A guy we had been stalking from 'Y' as potential boyfriend material. agagaga. Thennn we attended panic in which we were stalked and malestered some seductively creepy mennn, excellent.

The thursdayyy off a town trip went to get Hannah's disposal camera developed...and well they all came out black it was a sad time.

However, we went into place 'Y' to be greeted by a potential 'X' but then it all got very confusing when we werent sure who it was and whether it was them and it was all rather cringeworthy.

Friday, was Idioteque day when Ellie returned from on Otley Run on TOP DRUNKEN FORM. Me Hannah and James were all bon voyaging to Idioteque and played some sickness of a version of Ride the Bus with next dooor and ended up in an excitable state of mind where we spat jam, ryvitia and choco dots all over the floor. Yessssssss. Then we ripped up the newspaper in anger that Ellie's article hadn't be published and then poured out cunting Tom's jam on a plate...and took photos of all these sumptous times.

We ensued to idio where it was AMAAAAAAAZING and I got some sort of narcolepsy shock where I fell asleep on the dancefloor...bad times.

Thennnnnnnnnnnnn (as Hannah is cooling tea and I need to grate some cheese) I'm skipping todayyyy where the summer is hereeeee! Playing frisbee and frolicking in the sun is on the moveeeee. Instead actually, Louise and Ellie are taking photos of each other on their phones....YOU GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

I love you all

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One month anniversary!

Hello! Tomorrow is my one month anniversary of life in b2.2 so I thought I'd celebrate by writing my first blog post!

The extent of things is that I have done almost nothing today, which is a little more than yesterday. I therefore have little to write about.

So thank you very much my fellow homosocials for being your lovely selves and welcoming me with open arms. Good times to come!

Lots of love, Hannah E!
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Sunflowers, Cookies and all in all excitable times :D

ALOHA!

Hannah made cookies, successfully :) YAY!

Man, I came back from Manchester with my sister last night, it was amazing times! But I sure did miss out, I cannot believe that everyone watched Flushed Away without me :( Sad times, but this week is going to be goooood.

Also, I made my first professional phone call to La Tasca, so 7pm on Sunday night Flat B2.2 will be trundling down to La Tasca fr a candle lit romantic meal between 7. Its going to be schweeeeeet.

Man I am excitabe. Oh yeah, and also yesterday, because I couldn't find a dress for my sisters wedding I bought a kit to grow a sunflower instead, but it hasn't started growing yet, Louise says I've drowned it. Already. I only planted it yesterday. MEH!

AHASHAHAHAHAHAH!
x

Through the keyhole...kind of.

Holler :-D I am currently on michaelas bed, in my best summer clothes.

Does anyone remember that epic programme 'Through the keyhole"? if not, then the picture beow will disturb rather than remind you:



I have tracked David Dickinson down, and he has agreed to provide an online commentary 'through the keyhole' for our flat. However,because our rooms are wayyyyyy too obvious as to who lives in them, we made the joint decision to play 'Who lives in a cupboard like this?': that is to say, analysing the food cupboards of the b2.2 girls. Also, it is very apropirate, given all of our various obsessions with food.

Numero uno:
















DD:Jaffa cakes, pitta bread, and pickeled cabbage. This person clearly has NO IDEA. I approve of the cheerios however. And Jaffa cakes are thought to enhance tan, which i am all for.

Numero Dos:


















This person, I have the inclination, prefers collecting food over cooking and eating it. no saucepans or plates to speak of....Pickled ginger? wheat free pasta....fairtrade ricecakes....since when were rice cakes unfair? Soya milk...when was the last time you milked a soy? Gah. what is wrong with you woman.

Number trece:
















DD: 2 people = more food right? wrong. these 2 manage to survive on a low budget, due to ultimate domesticity and budget planning. Tacos being a favourite: So whos cupboard is this? look out for the girls with the sombreros...OH..la!

Numero cuatro
















DD: Well. This person owns more utensils than food. maybe she enjoys playing kitchen, alike to a 5 year old.



Thanks Dave!
Louise is now going into town to purchase a film about SINGING SLUGGGS! AAAAAAAAH!

love you all

Louise xxx

GIRLS TERRIFIED AS PHANTOM RETURNS WITH NEW POWER.

Ooooolaaaaaaaaaa!

The Phantom is once again with us. In case a few of you didn't know the extent of the hauntings of flat B2.2, a phantom appears in our shower now and again. The shower turns itself on BUTTT not just on by the pully thing, in fact the tap turns aswell. Its tres bizarre. In which, normally Louise screams and i run to scare it off HOWEVER, this time Hannah came across the new sensation of the phantom. Except, this time it "banged" hmmmm. Has the phantom developed human mannerisms? I hope not. It'll be opening doors next.

Anyways, so as we get ready, Caffs and Milo join us to play Ring of Fire which VERY shortly turned into "never have i ever"...intriguing. aahahahahah.

By this point we were sufficiently drunk and decided to prance about to hannah's lego ipod dock and take over 70 photos...in the kitchen...before we even left ahah.











Much to our merriment we waltzed to Hifi, to a club night called SILVER HIPS. Myself and Hannah had become very much the spazmodics about, well basically its amazing and amazing and slightly amazing. I had the best of times with the homies...I fear leaving day with a passion, it really frightens me inside BUTTT I know that these times will occur in our respective homes (mainly mine and hannah's as it will be THE BEST and THE COOLEST yayyyyyy).

So we rock and rolla until the dawn was upon us. It was rather epic. Hannah D took polaroids, new dance moves were pulled out, Louise went missing, Milo lost his glasses, Michaela was so excited she forgot to buy a drink, Ellie was wasted and took some amaaaazing photos, Hannah E raped members of the public anddd I have to say all in all we must have looked like the coolest kids in town...maybe.

So, on a more tragic note, Welsh loses her phone and waits until 3am to retreive it. ALL LIES. However, as me and Hannah discussed on our hangover mooch into the citayyyy - how fast did that night go?

Well I'm glad to say that the beauty of Hangover Club is back in our lives and here to stay forever more. Ellie rolls out of bed babbling about how her mouth is like a "savana"...get it?...not really...apparently its what the cider's called at Hifi. Smooth.

Now we are laughing at ourselves particularly "and da bats" ahaah. Anyways, life has hit an all time low. Hannah just ate mould because she thought something had 'dropped' in her pesto. What a woman.

Alcohol makes fools of us all. Never forget.

Post: Michaela.

If I'm obelix, you are my boulder....

(Possibly an abstract artistic representation of Louise in the mornings)



events that are normal....

RLD is at Gavs

Louise is in michealas bed

Ellie is spazzing around at school

events that are not normal

Hannah D has matching socks on. (not too sure on this, but it unnerves me slightly, Dennis seems like an odd-socks kinda girl)

Hannah E is writing an essay.

Michaela is sitting still and writing homework.




Maybe an addition is required to the 'we are brave list'? 'we are normal...'

somehow I dont think it is going to fly.

NEWSFLASH NEWSFLASH

Hannah E has finished her essay. Thank the lord, maybe the evil sprit of homework is gradually being exorcised.


Things that are always normal.....vast amounts of food being consumed. But not hot chocolate by Louise, as she has given it up for lent. Louise nearly caved into some warm cocoa goodness, just one day ago. However dear dennis pointed out to her that she should stick with it, as she is a Christian and therefore believes in the principle of it.

Darn. Dennis is becoming wise.

New list...'We are wise...'?

More likely than 'we are normal....'

In support of this, Hannah and micheala lenjoy harrasing postgraduate tutors about their sleeping arrangements. classy ladies.


I'm sure something epic will happen soon. For now, I am enjoying being in michealas been, and rueing (RUEING) the day in march when it will cease to be avaliable to me.


Louise x

Climate change is already having an impact on European bird species, according to British scientists.

Its a sad day indeed. To think that in 20years time there will be no pissing magpies outside a first year student's window in St Marks isn't even worth thinking about. In fact, I died a little bit inside. Fuck that shit. I hate this Global Warming malarck. So in fact I don't even know why I wrote it. Actually...I'm going to stop talking about it NOW.

Sorry, that was some breaking news ala the BBC website. agag.

Yesterday was a bizarre day indeed. Hannah's c**t of a boyfriend dumped her over the phone, in which when I gave him a taste if his own medicine, he didn't very much like. Boys ey? Pissing boys.

Hereby, we made the pact that she WILL NOT get tooooo sexy until after Easter. Good times. So, we decided to return to our roots of the ultimate man search ala facebook. Brilliant and good times all round; except, it confused and bewildered Milo, he felt he had to leave.

Returning to the kitchen to get our "sex on fire" Louise decides to inform us of her 'AMAAAAZING' tea. It consisted of rice cakes and fake cheese...and what was it? Ohhh how did she put it? "MORE RICECAKES". What a woman - and I believe a half.

Infact some mentalistic homework pandemic has hit the flat where we now feel that we have to do homework. Tres bizarre. Even Louise had her door shut. It unnerved us all. There is certainly a different atmosphere in the flat...we apparently do the washing up now aswell - meh.

So all in all we are healthy and alive. And I think that is reason enough to rejoice. Get to it!

(Next in series - GIRLS GET TO IT AT SILVER HIPS)

Post: Michaela.

Obesity and drugs.....

Hm, In response to the below post, My advice isnt usually as useful as that piece ;-) And not all boys runi lives...my dog is a boy! haha.

Just a short post to say......I am sitting in the Language library doing my german homework.(Library, homework, what?????) & listening to a Portuguese news report.

The girl next to me is obviously studying English as a foreign language (i deduced this from the nature of her textbooks). I just looked at her computer screen, and and it says her English exam conversation topics are:

-Blairs Legacy

-Drugs in sport

-Obesity.



Wow.

We should follow Louises advice more...

A few weeks ago Louise told me that boys ruined lives. I told her that they could also make lives at the same time, as in make people happy. I backed the boys :D I don't anymore. They do ruin lives :D I could say bad words here, but thats bad.

Bad times hit the UK - seriously.

Brother, bad times hit the flat when I, Welsh McWelsh, shut her bedroom door on the social scene of the flat of joy. Homework times have hit us all hard, its bizarre. AHAHAHAHAH.

I have no idea what happened last night, but I awake to find a previously clean kitchen cluttered with glasses and alcohol delights! agagagaga i love these hardcore homies. They are quite the womanizers.

Last night, me and ellie went to church to some sort of mental-tastic ceremony at the cathedral. In which, we got our heads painted with a beautiful ash cross which we tried to wipe off asap before walking past revs! agagagagag!

Then we came home and tuna puff pie times, life is boring at the min in terms of events and gossip but to let we know we are happy amphibians in that falt of joy :D

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Post: Michaela

The story of our lives.....

Womanizer
Woman-Womanizer
You're a womanizer
Oh Womanizer
Oh You're a Womanizer Baby
You, You You Are
You, You You Are
Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer

Post: Lou

You see melodrama move from one sentence to the other, and many years practice of speaking in hushed tones

Quiet.
There are many times that one should be quiet

And not loud.

SIIIIIIIIIILEEEEEEEEENCE. Is best. As is Kings Of Leon played on repeat, but not when some f*ckstick from block C tries to outdo you on music loudness. Please, I think not.

Anyway, Lent begins tomorrow, so we're all having our last evening of doing the things we love...and so....my year in lists (there is a theme here).

Louise is giving up cheese (I questioned WHY YOU WOULD EVER DO THIS, apparently it is too expensive...) and chocolate. And alcohol for 10 days. A slight detox. We all know it's so she'll get more drunk after ten days.

Ellie is giving up sex. THIS IS ALL LIES. She is pretending to. But Michaela says she is 'fooling God'. But God knows. He sees. HE SEES.

Hannah is giving up alcohol. But she doesn't think she has enough resolve to do it. Ellie thinks she could give up going to the toilet. Explodeable. Ellie's next idea was that she could give up lectures.
Good one. She is now giving up giving up lectures. Nice :]

Dennis is giving up toast and chocolate. WHAT IS THIS SICKNESS?!?!

Michaela is losing toast and crisps. CRISPS?!?!?! It is appalling. Appalling.

I am giving up alcohol. And I believe I can do it :] Ho hum.

So we are spazzing in the flat, with plans of going to the union for soreen and teatowels, cleaning the kitchen (oh dear) and eating pancakes. EPIC TIMES.

We await how well we will do with Lent. We are all incapable of anything, so I doubt we will manage anything.













One of Ellie's friends once gave up w*nking for Lent.


Ellie is a mine of information today. And how do we feel about afros, thongs, malibu and bagpuss?! (Ellie prefers french knickers, but still feels positive about thongs.) And Bagpuss is the cat she never wants to have. WHAT.A.WOMAN.

Sear-Ree-Al

Well i have been asked to make a bloggg
on the wonderful topic of tropic and kropical CEReAL

lets get down to basics.blud.

Museeellie : it has ellie in the name as this is the cereal which ellie became the most addicted to because it is like horsey food and one can chew on its sawdusty flavours all day long.then one day it food poisoned me. now. no more.

Rice Crispies: new replacement food to musellie. However rice cris be ies are not a good food for detectives. these cannot be eaten slyly as have the tendancy to fly all over work surface.ps taste goood with raisons.

Rice Crackles: cheap alternative of rice crispies... see above. 20p infact. that. my friend. is 2 freddos.has also in time become known as iced crack and more recently nice rack.

Weetabix: this type of cereal is dangerous as it can be eaten the most quickest. therefore it is best to mix with anouther cereal. like rice crackles. note grannys like to eat these with fruit. but we have no fruit. only weeze does.

Oatabix: sex.in.a.bowl.

Coco Shreddies: not allowed to eat these anymore as combind chocoloate. phwwooaar. and cereal. double pphwwooaar. dangerous.

Fruit and Fibre: nice brandy flakes and banana flakes. everyone likes flakes. espeacalii fish. hence fish flakes.

Coco Pops : duno. ellie never had these.ever.

that is all for 2day... chill till more milk
latarz cows.
moo.out.

Well.

Well. My interpretation of events may differ slightly from those below.

Point 1: Yesterday: Went to Morrisons. Nearly died when I saw the price of cucumber. May have to rethink the whole diet thing. (See point 4) Got lost in Leeds General Infirmary. I am not infirm, just had to go get my blood tested. Walked home. Passed out (not literally, I was saved by rice cakes) DAnced with Gabby and Ellie to youtube videos, much to embarrasment of John*. THEN. in comes micheala at 12am. Very early for such a womanizer. I, Louise, was mid cleaning kitchen when I hear a pitter patter. Or more of a lump-bump-crash. Then i spend the next 5 minutes fussing over micheala who then passes out on her bed.

Ellie:"We have two choices. Move her, or leave her". What a woman. Glad to say micheala is now alive, and is even coming out this evening


Point 2: Today, I met Milos Dad! Agagagagagaga! He is american. This makes me happy. Milo and his dad may come join us on our three way date in the restaurant this evening. How exciting. We are currently compiling a sainsburys shopping list, with WAY too muxh excitement for people under 60. I also watched a documentary aboiut the equator with Hannah E which made me smile, and miss Africa.

Point 3: I think Im going to become vegan. But salad is expensive. Will report back.


From where I am sitting, david tenant is giving me a smug pervy look. this makes me nervous.

Shoot me now.

I want to die, in fact what am I saying I am dyinggggg.

Last night was THE worst night ever. 3 bottles of Frosty Jacks, 4 bottle of babycham and a bottle of Jacques attacked two naive youths who were out for the good times. In their stupidity and excitement of getting drunk, they got tooooooo drunk. BAD BAD TIMES. In which projectile vomiting times on the leeds met steps - hah and then sever unfun hangover club times :(.

Hannah is in Manchester...how I dont even know! The rest of us are smooching about in the pyjamias (lies me and ellie are dressed) and have done laundering ANDDD hoovering using the most powerful hoover ever created by mannnn!

Plans for tonight, me and louise hit the cinema, if I can make it :( aaaa anddd I am going to start writing my CV for my careers for chemists module (fuck dat shit).

Love you men and I am initiating a ban on frosty jacks in this flat.

Post: Michaela

So, I was suposed to post 3 posts this week and I've done 1. I think I fail :\

I am going to tell you bout salt and vinegar walkers crisps... mmmm! Louise and her amazement has just told about the most amazing hangover cure ever, I am not joking! Salt and vinegar crisps are the way forward, I don't even feel like I went out, although to be quite accurate I didn't even go out. I got half way and had to come home because me and Michaela were a STATE!

And today I'm going to Manchester with my boyfriend, if you lived with us you know that I am very very excited, as in very very. :D eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

And Ellie's feature is going to be in the paper this week.

This is such a speil, my head doesn't even feel attached, and my wedding finger is tingly right at the end. OOer! Whats that mean guys?


LOVE HANNAH xxxxxx

Because every normal person has a xylophone in the kitchen......

Ok so today has been more productive than yesterday, however I did have the best times yesterday with a newly created band, with myself, some homies, a flute, a bongo, a xylophone, a guitar and Dominic Brown* Mc'ing.... rocking such classics as Craig Davids 7 Days, We didn't start the fire, et My boulder by King blue. (google it)
Also yesterday I set Rebecca and Emily free from the trauma of Leeds (and then spazzed out because id have to sleep in my room alone :-( ) and sang a very questionable version of 'Umbrella' at karaoke.

Today I was alone most of the day, which was unnerving. perhaps almost as unnnerving as the fact I did not arise until 11pm. sickening stuff. Micheala observed yesterday that the only solution to being alone in the house is food, I can confirm this....I now have no peas left. SO Im glad people returned home before I started on the carrots or something traumatic....

Micheala and Dennis are on dates tonight, I am not :-), and am pleased to report still SINGLE and in lieb with ittt.

What is going on guys? there is either no epic adventures occurring so my writing is becoming dull, or there is just so much my tiny brain cant handle it all!

Post: Louise


*Dominic Brown: noun. Awesome younger sibling of Eleanor brown. Stupidly clever for his young age and Is going to help Louise Wood (see: dreamer) save the world.

Children of the revolutionnnnnn!

AAAAAA me and Hannah now have a house to live in, it is most joyous...in face I want to cry it is so beautiful! We are living on Burley Road in a 5bed house, we are in the attic rooms, Hannah's complete with squeaky bed and mine with porn making facilities. Yes.

agagagagagagagagagagg

Its a sad day today, this is my only free hour, how I wish I was dossing about the flat, instead I am going to an inorganic tutorial :( aaaaaaaaa.

Tonight is rather the night! I am going to james' for tea and ice skating but hollering back in a veryyyyy smooth fashion to the flat of joy for homework club and spazmodics soc! What a woman!

Me and Louise are venturing to the cinema on Saturday to relive valentine's day, a week later, just the two of us ahahah how we wish this was the case last week mahhhh!

The popcorn times on my bed last night were epic, it was an enjoyable experience having to spaz about and attempt to write lab reports!

I love my flat, its siblings and the inhabitants from next door.

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Lizard poo research goes down the drain!

Seeing as I never blog I am going to make a new weeks resolution to blog at least 3x this week. Starting today. So after this, I will blog twice more :D

This week has begun FAT. I spent £58.66 on a weeks shopping for me and Micahela, that included sausages flour and SNACKSSSSS! And when I say snacks I mean snacks, like crisps chocolate pringles easter eggs, you know the score.

So consequently, it is Monday 16th Feb, 16.32, and I feel sick because I have eaten too much!

This weekend has been gooooooood valentines times. We all went out on friday night with Mini Michaela to Subculture and all got sufficiently drunk enough to run around the campus steps "racing" each other. It times like these I wish my life was a film. It is also times like these that I wonder if I'm actually in a film, like the Truman Show, or I'm simply a character in a futuristic video game like The Sims, and it's not really 2009, but 3145 and some obese child is playing with me - oh the irony ;).
Then come valentines day, I returned home to the flat in my pyjamas after a nice walk across hyde park (in my pyjamas) and helped Louise and Michaela spaz about for their dates. It was exciting times :D And then yesterday I played FRISBEEEEEEEE :D (and got asked out - but that is so much less exciting than FRISBEEEEEEEEE :P)

And after such a hectic weekend I have been reduced to sitting in a computer cluster reading the front page of the Leeds Student about how some persons lizard poo got thrown away. SCANDAL!!

Over and out - holler holler brap brap guys :D

Love Hannah (Dennis) x

All the single ladiesssssss! No more....

Gahhhh once a beautiful time we were all single ladies of free lancing passion and pleasure, but after 2 weeks of this bliss we seem to have all been taken agag! Louise cannot deny this fact, everyone else acknowledges that she is a taken woman pahhh!

Anyways, so I would like to reiterate the point that the single ladies life has not left the flat. I think that we all imagine oursleves to be in a sex and the city episode, this is not the case. We merely just prance about, warn each other when we are going to the toilet-shower-moving-boiling the kettle or logging into facebook.

I love these women with my life and we are never going to be apart. Hopefully I have reduced Louise to tears and everyone can come and visit me and Hannah in our farmhouse eeeeep!

Well, anyways today the communal wall of love has been updated with "this weeks resolutions" and what we are going to give up for lent. I'm not going to lie, they are pretty hard things to give up, me and dennis have gone for toast whereas louise has gone for alcohol and cheesestrings - she is strong at heart.

Another pandemic within the flat. The new slogans of:

"I'm not going to lie" and "I'm not going to deny it"

Sheer brilliance.

Tonight, is the niiiiiiight when baby wood comes to stay. We are all rather too excited at the prospect of new single lady presence in the flat in which more high hysterical excitements will transpire. Excellence.

Aussi, me and Hannah are going to stitch and bitch tonight to make voodoo dolls. Enough said.

Post: Michaela

From Eliee to Louuu

My Poem to Louise (written by Eleanor, whilst intoxicated on Feb 14th, approx 2:30am etw)

A’Tickety-Tock the clock goes by
The flat is silent, the sleeping sigh
But Alas, awake in her nesting den
Lays the one we all must commend.

Always in her drunken state,
She is the one whom commiserates
Wraps you up and keeps you warm
Fills you with her sense of furlong

Puts hot chocolate in your belly,
Senses disease when you’re not well-y,
Kind and quirky, can float you boat
Munching all day on zee Malt Loaf.

Will one day be the Miss L. OBAMA,
If all goes right in this world of Karma
But then I’ll just bop him on the head
Cos I want Louise just in my bed.


Posted by: Ellie

I'm Helen Wood....

Slightly delayed part 2, of the exciting series of ‘Good neighbors’ . This weeks instalment: Helen Wood.

Contrary to the tile of this post, my name is not actually Helen Wood, but it is Louise Wood, which excites me greatly.




Helen, 19, comes from Tunbridge wells.
She enjoys cheese, hot choc, Oliver and sleeping.
When I told Helen about her exciting feature in this blog, she was heard to say ‘What would you write? I never do anything!’

At a first glance this may appear to be true. Helen is not usually awake before it starts to get dark, which in the north is around 3pm. A Typical day would consist of Cheese, Oliver, being generally fabulous, and Hollyoaks.
HOWEVER. On Thursday of the week gone by, someting bizarre happend. Helen wandered into the flat, around 4pm, adorned with a bag and fully dressed. She mentioned having eaten lunch out. How is this possible?: I asked her, in disbelief
Then came the reply ‘I arose around eleven, went to my seminar, went into town, sorted some tasks out, went for a leisurely late lunch at Bella Italia, and then I returned home. ‘ (Must be said with finger wagging)
How could so much be done in one day? The mind boggles. What a woman.

Next in Series: Milo Jones




Posted by: Louise

Slumdog Millionare and associated misconceptions......and valentines day.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I cried my eys out at this film, and It wasnt even because of the emotion of the story. The situations of the people portrayed were so incredibly accurate, and from what I can percieve, the fantastic nature of the story made it seem like the lives of the people and the treatment of children were over-exaggerated. they werent.

Children do get their eyes burned out, to make more money as beggars. 10 year old girls are used as prostitutes. Rebels do attack towns and kill and rape peoples family members, and cut off limbs.

And so when the person I went to see it with asked mhy I was crying, and was it because of the happy ending, I did not know what to say, to be honest, but at the same time not look like a crazy person. So all I could muster was 'It just reminds me that there is nothing I can do to help' wHAT i meant was: the world is too big, and far far too messed up
and As optimistc as i always attempt to be, the chances of someone having as much influence for good, as [eg] Hitler did for bad, seems unlikely
I made a comment on my facebook that 'people should please watch the film and not dismiss all the situations as entirely fictional' Someone responded with 'I just assumed it was pish, these things usually are!'. My response included some potentially regrettable colourful language.
The world is a mess and that is why I am unaturaally sad today. Sorry guys.




RIGHT. Happy face on. YEsterday was valentines day and it was fun. Well, it was ok. I personally mooched about all day with a VERY hungover and incapacit ellie, Then went to the cinema to watch the above film which was nice, then came back and watched batman, which certainly was not nice. The thing that scares me about batman is that nothing that happens in it is scientificcaly impossible, and I know there are people akin to the 'bad guys' in our litle planet.
Anyhow, VAlentines day is funny, an I only realised it due to this article:
Looking for love? Saint Raphael is your man, not St Valentine.....

Obviously (?) my personal opinions do not concur with that of the catholc church on this matter, but what is more interesting is that St. Valentines wasnt so much with the romance, bt about charitbale acts, forgiveness and appreciation. And I think (think) thats what V-day used to be about, as I have some distant memory of my granny telling me that valentines day used to entail leaving Jam on your neighbors doorsteps! (in pots, not just thrown on). Jam, arguably, is far more useful than a 'I love you' teddy bear.

Hence my valentines to my flat:




Spread the love people.

What is this nervousness and the hangover of death.

OLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA beautiful girlsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

The powers of seduction arrived yest night (fionnuala) to be greeted by louise, dennis and michaela who then scurried away to the convenience boots to indulge in bongela and an unnecessary boots meal deal and mints. WHAAAA.

We then came home to be greeted by the masses laying in the corridor, as if it was a waterstones before the last harry potter book was released to then realise we only had an hour to get in out and shake it all about aka beautify extremes for the night of sexuality is upon us.

The Kabeedies, Guilt Pursuit and Just Handshakes We're British were immensual. The best bit was when the singer of Guilt Pursuit leapt off the stage and had the hugesssssssst mouth of my life whom then went on to screeeam in hannah's face and then attack fion, by breaking her bad which thennn she decided to warn us a good 5mins later that it was gone. Dick. My passport was in there!

After these wonderful times we hollered back to the crib with Hannah's new ladys man mans man man about town for "predrink times" minus the drink, party and the people. ahah.

Then we shizzled down to subculture to wangle in that sister of mine on my passport pahhhh and then it was beautiful times as we danced the night awayyyyy yessss!

Today, it was truly tragicccc fionnuala went home and now me and louise are severly spazzing out about our datessss tonight! They are coming in an hour OH MY GOD! agagaga!

Womanizer womanizer womanizer ohhhhhhhhhh shessss got it maybe its maybelline waeyyy hey hey.

Shizzer to the nora

I love the people in this flat more than they will ever know, particularly today on Valentines Dayyyyyyy

Post: Michaela

spoons

SPOOnsSPOOONS SPOOONS

Mic cant find a fricking spoon. But at least she got a RED Envelopppe.
While I got a WHITE enveloppe.
I wud rather have a ruddy antelope than that envelope.
I could eat that perhaps.put it in the microwave as everiting tastes better there!

I got lou's passport the other day.
The DJ made me do alot of things.not those kind of things.

" It was the closing time at the Sports Bar at the medic social, and Louise had passed out in the toilet and got a taxi home ( or soo she says). So the DJ annouces on the mic, (the MIIIKKE not the Michaela.)
anihoo so he goes "is Louise Wood here, you've won a prize!"
Soooo I run up saying "itss me itss me"
but it wasnt so I had to assure him that I was indeed Lou's friend , as I knew her middle name *cough emma*. Alsoo i knew that she lived in St.Marks flat B2.22222... or wortsooeva.
So the Dj was like well u have to dance for the prize. so i did. danced.
THEN he was like dance together...*looks at Jess*. so me and jess danced.
THEN HE was like dance with the bouncer *looks at bouncer*. so i danced at the bouncer. THEN HE WAS like do five star jumps. so i did.
THEN HE WAS LIKE... Here you go *hands over passport of Louise*

VICTORY WAS MINE
THIS IS SPARTA
TONIT WE DINE IN HELL-o jello.

Ellie

"Well, ok, but I was just having fun"

Well, yesterday was a day of EPIC events. Like you would not even believe. Hold on to your seats kids.

The day started with mucho mooching, as we had stayed up until very very late bouncing around because we had a visitor, as Michaela outlined below. Then I went to German class, and managed not to get told off for talking too much (well, only twice). Then Ellie, Jack and I went to town to help jack valentines shop. for Jacks girlfriend, not as jacks expression of adoration for himself.
THEN we came back to the flat, and Jack (who lives in James Baille.....The kind of expensive luxury halls that makes ours look like a cardboard box) Said " I'd rather live here than James Baillie" Compliment of the century as to how cosy we have made our little flat.
WHICH leads perfectly to the next (or possibly first) event of epicness.

On Monday, a very nice girl called Hannah came to view our spare room, because she wanted to move out of James Baillie. However, we assumed we had scared her off 1) with our excitability, and 2) with the mess in our kitchen. Though....Hold up! (what would you do?) 5pm on Wednesday, a knock comes at our door, and there is Hannah! She came back! So now we have a new flatmate and we feel like a lovely little family again. We like Hannah, and are pleased she moved in. She is beautiful, an has beautiful hair. AND she used to work at subculture (uber good venue). AND she likes 'Hairspray' AND she left us housewarming muffins. What a woman!!!!

THEN we went to the Ceilidh, 'give it a go' sesh. Wow, I wish English people had an equivalent. so much fun, such a god workout. We were all (ok maybe just me and ellie and a bunch of other rhythmically impaired people) dancing like nutters, just vaguely in the right shapes and times, because it was FUN!
THEN Michaela ends up 'swinging' some girl (as, like me, she was acting as a man). Michaela, like me is a very over excitable creature. Causing this:

Girl in Kilt 'Er, excuse me, when you swing its meant to be for EIGHT ONLY'
Michaela 'Well, OK, but I was just having fun'
Girl in Kilt: 'Ok but you should do the dance properly, its not meant to be fun'

Some people......Gah.

So after we had died a little from our irish workout, and refueled from our local friendly Kwik-e-Mart* we came home, and bounced around the kitchen with Hannah for a bit.

Conclusion: nice new people make us giddy. Ace. and tired in the morning. therefore Dennis and Micheala have been added to the weak list for having quavers for breakfast.


Posted by: Louise




*News and booze

Grab your partners lets gooooooooo!

AGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAG

Oh my life, I would like to point out that the picture submitted below by eleanor brown isn't actually that bad ahahha.

I am sad, the rain goes onnnnn on and on again (B*witched in case you weren't a fan) and I have to try and locate the pissing conference auditorium in it...damnation...this microbiology really is the bane of my life!

I am pleased that Ellie and Rachel are on the mend, that horrific pandemic in the flat of over enthusiasm! Gahhh a lesson to us all.

Last night was a bizarre experience. We were all in bad bad bad moods and extremely cranky, but the arrival of Nick (Louise's "friend") spurred something within us, the bongos were snatched and xylophone nicked and were hit and smacked in order to create a maximum ruckus. I think we inspired some child within out souls, the determination to avoid bed and to annoy someone who wasn't appreciating the noise - the angrier they get the more fun it becomes.

We are weirdos, thats is my diagnosis for this morning.

Tonight thoughhhhh its ceildh time, i need to go home soon and charge my camera, this is going to be EPIC!

Love you men, women and amphibians of the world

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Posted: Michaela.

Cranbrurrie

Today... mmmm
Louise held my hand, till me and rach were sitting on wooden benches.

Then alot of questions.

and Cranbrurrrie.

Water.

Flat Poem I

Goodnite Kids sed Mic as she trotted to bed

The bongos are hushed, the baby is dead.

Louise is still hungry, ellie is too...

Its too long till breakfast, oh what to do.


Ellie

Perfect?

 Perfectionism is a tricky subject, its a case of finding the balance between being the best you can be, and cutting yourself a bit of slack sometimes when it is needed.
New years resolutions were probably made a month and 7 days ago, and 'failed at' a month and 6 days ago.. Mine  haven't failed,as I've chosen gradual things: eg: Take up yoga, try and get in some kind of routine, Learn Portuguese and eat properly. Also maybe another reason they haven't yet failed is that they are about doing things, not about not doing things (eg: I wont eat cheese, I wont terrorise auntie Margaret's cat). I have achieved none of my resolutions so far, but I haven't failed, as I didn't give myself a time limit. mahaha. I can never fail.

If we set too high standards for ourselves we are just setting ourselves up for failure, and subsequently guilt. 
(eg: 'I will practise banjo 3 times a day'. You only manage 2 times on the first day of trying so you think 'Stuff it, I cant even stick to it for one day, what hope have I ever got of achieving anything?)

A good example within this theme is Bill Gates. I'm sure many of you have your gripes with Microsoft. Microsoft has its fair share of critique as being a flawed program. for example, a new version of MS Word was released in 2008, and I'm sure many people have considered attacking heir computer with a large object/angry bull. But It's probably just as well for Mr. Gates that he didn't wait until it was perfect to release it: People are still buying it, imperfections and all: If he had waited till he got it perfect, it would not yet be on sale and he would not have lots of green notes and a swimming pool to show for his work. Though Imperfect, It was arguably the best it could be at that point in time, and has helped countless people doss on facebook and make posters.

Also, apparently, most drum sounds on music today are made by drummachines. (clearly the world ran out of attractive men that could play the drums)The problem is that drum machines are technically musically 'perfect'. That’s why the machines have a setting that tries to recreate human error. 

Theres a sticker around, popular with drummers, that says 'Drum Machines Have No Soul' The imperfections in the rhythm give the music soul. 

Our imperfections as people give us as people soul too, and ultimately make us the strange, creative, wonderful beings we are.

All things considered, we are pretty good. And If i was a perfectionist, my room would be a lot tidier. 

Posted by: Louise

I am so lucky lucky

I like my friends.

I have nothing to blog on, except that i have been tidying all day, and had a nice cup of tea with milo. And I am not drinking until friday. That is one week people. expect a slimmer, more radiant moi.

Ellie is going to the doctors, I am going on a 'date', Rachel is going to come home tonight, Hannah is going to be a big thinker, and Michaela is going to have a farmhouse. OH! on that note, We all did personality tests today, It turns out that we are all extroverts, except rachel who is an introvert (sorry if we have scared you love)

Ellie: Extrovert, Ideas, Planner, Head
Hannah: Extrovert, Ideas, Spontaneous, Head
Micheala:Extrovert, Ideas, Planner, Head
Louise: Extrovert, Ideas, Spontaneous, Heart
Rachel:Introvert, Facts, Spontaneous, Heart

So basically, dont go to ellie if you want sympathy. She is a 'mastermind'. Micheala is a supervisor, which suprised me as I thought she would be a mentor...lol.

Micheala practising for drinking her home brewed wine in le farmhouse

Posted by: Louise

I ain't no hollaback girl!

WAEYYYYYYY!

Hangover Club this morning was truly memorable a.k.a. it didn't begin until the ripe time of about 10am, a good 3 hours later than the usual commencement, bad times!

Well, today, during these hangover best times Louise, Hannah and I hollered to the citayyyy for shopping times, however became mesmorised by Primarni's new "spring collection" and complete awe of hannah's actions of shelling out £19 for a pair of (admittedly sehrrrrrr seductive) jack wills socks. WHAT A WOMAN!!! aahaha!

Well Fruity is in an unchanged place (thank god because I love it so baddddd) the DJ in Pulse was in awe of mine and Dennis' music choices for the evening, mainly Hannah's and we pranced and frolicked in the eyes of lecherous men and girls with eyes like daggers. ahahahah. If you know fruity, we know this is the case AGAGAG!

And we have come home to "tidy" but instead spazzed about on the internet (yessss) and I made the huge mistake of napping aaaaaa to find my room covered in mounds of condoms (Louise's 'prize' for undertaking the chlamydia test yesterday at fruity) ohhhh the love in this room i tell you agagag.

Now Hannah is cooking us tea, a Jamie recipe involving cauliflower and cheese and pasta and cheese and cheese. Sheer excellence. mmmmmm BISTO.

HOLLA xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Post: Michaela.