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.

General angst and lonely hangover club...how do you feel about that?

Well I am in the kitchen alone, as Michaela and Ellie are in bed with their respective men, and Katie, who is visiting from Manchester, is sleeping on my sofa. This morning I awoke at 9.22, which i personally find rather traumatic, as that's like 2 hours of my day wasted. Its not so much that i have a lonely hangover club, because I am not hungover, which i attribute largely to my controlled and mature drinking last night. Yes. I am so classsssy.


It makes me sad that Michaela and Ellie have men here, not because I want one for my self but because It means I cant just go snuggle with them in the mornings. Like, Ellie was with Ben all day yesterday and I nearly DIED. I do understand Ellie, I just wish it was meeeee you chose. haha. Especially as Ben does not have any interest in the lives of our house, because, i Quote 'I have my own house, and a TV' Yeah, ok, rub it in. However Ben is good, because he appreciates the genius TV show that is Plus one. However, Katie thinks its rubbish, but quickly quieted down after Ellie and I verbally abused her in defense of it.
Michaela looked WELL hot last night. James is so mc lucky. Hannah got soped up by some blonde bombshell never to be seen again. Rachel is with the Boyf. and that covers all bases, except for our beautiful Charlotte.

I must just just write an ode to Charlotte now, She had to leave uni as her mum is very poorly. It sucks so so so much. She is like the cutest little thing of my life, and manages to be stunningly beautiful, as well as being a nice and HILARIOUS person. How often do you get that combo? We miss you charl, especially your indecision on what to cook.

Anyway, a little bit of angst: PEOPLE IN CLUBS. DO NOT push me out the the way. especiallly if you are a big bloke and i am clealry smaller than you. When ever in your brain would that be a reasonable thing to do? Also, just because I am wearing a sirt in a music venue does NOT mean you can put your hand up it. If i was in morrisons, and they were playing music, and you put your hand up it, not only would I knee you where it hurts but you would probably get nicked for sexual harrasment. Why are rules different in clubs? Of course, I know why, they are like the 'single young and promiscuos' melting pots of life, and if i didnt like being groped i shouldnt go, but as far as i am aware, it is advertised as a club night with cheap drinks, not a free for all molest-fest.
I just want to DANNNNCE! and i think we have may discovered a venue that is more about music and dancing and less about seducing, good old Hi-Fi.

Anyway i am going to stop rambling as I have a million things to do and I fear my head may explode, mainly due to lack of human contact as EVERYONE IS STILL ASLEEP! I cant cope with limited human interaction.

Muito amore xx

Posted by: Louise

NEWS FLASH: CHARLOTTE COMES HOME TONIGHT, GRAND OPENING OF BEAUTY SCHOOL IN B2.2 AND TWO GIRLS PASS IMPOSSIBLE EXAM.

Aloha. Its me again. I have some sort of sick obsession with the blog (apologies).

I particularly appreciated Milo's translation guide to my "lingo", I never realised how easy I was to read, or maybe it is because of the brotherly bonds we have created on our B2 floor :D that he had the capabilities to do this agaga.

Anyways, yet again I am doing "work". In fact its the first tutorial of the term, all on the sexuality of NMR spectroscopy, its quite interesting actually. Sorry to bore you with my sickening attraction and fascination with chemistry. I will just go and die now and save the planet from my ridiculous self.

Yesterday, me and Hannah after our spaz found out that we had passed our modern chem module, the joys of seeing a huge P next to your name, sigh, a feeling not even I can express, others would call it relief. Ahahah. So now, today at 1130 hours I am meeting the personal tutor for one-on-one times ooooer to discuss the paper PAHHH I am rather excitable at the prospect of having 41% yeahh!

Last night was a truly mesmorising moment for the flat when the Beauty School was officially branded as 'OPEN'! We had a variety of different treatments set up for the night ie. face masks and hair dying. However, without mentioning names, the dying of the moustache hair was also undertaken, I have never seen anything quite like it in my life, it was all a rather bizarre experience. All in the name of beauty. Ahahaha! It reminds of when Charlotte left (sobbbb) that we all decided we were "more seductive" and is the return of Charlotte in our lives tonight initiated us all to get our acts together and get beautifying?! I will never know.



One thing I do know is that we are the most bizarre creatures ever, and I love us more than you'll ever know.

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Michaela to English translation guide.

This is a guest post by Milo - a lurker from flat 2.1

Agagagagagagagagagagagag - an informal greeting

Fuck off and die - would you kindly leave please?

actually - not actually, but nearly

spaz - a person or thing incapable of performing a particular task or achieving a desired goal

spazzy - a person or thing that has the property of being a spaz

What a woman! - an expression of admiration, not gender specific

_____ times - used to indicate the mood of an event

yessssssssssssssssssssssss - yes

How do you feel about that? - what's your opinion on this topic?

Huh OK - This new information has caused me to revise my opinion

GAAAAAHHHHHHHH - annoyance or nonspecific rage

seductive - good

fuckstick - a bad person or thing

fucksticks - either a collection of bad people or things or an expression of distress at the current situation

hangover club - a special time for the girls of 2.2 and a mystery to everyone else

sicko - someone of questionable tastes

MAHHHHHHH

Kids, today is results day for me and dennis, and to be quite frank I really do want to "f**k off and die". The tension is actually killing me and I just want to knowwwww and then there's the meeting with the personal tutor - HELLLLLPPPPPPPP!

I am such a nervous spaz all the time. Must try and stop being so spazzy.

Anyways, had good times last night at moustache, Hannah was unsuccessful in the seduce but MEH for they were all munters or really young, as in 18years old. Young. Ahhh the youth of today ahah! Basically, as always we drank wayyyy too much and are now paying for it dearly in the form of a hangover from hell and tiredness.

Noooo!

We still made it into school for 9.00 though yesss hannah with a missing contact and michaela with an orange neck...due to maximum coverage...due to you know what. Louise: "James you can't just eat Michaela!" What a woman!

Aussi, the kitchen is clean, and the deep cleaning session yesterday was rather intense, they were the best of times and were rewarded with the promised tacos yeahhhh!

Anyways, I'm actually going to do some work now, I hope you are all proud.

SMOOCHERS xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Posted by: Micheala

A message from the fugitive

It’s Rachel here, doing my first blog. Why am I choosing now to do it, when I have SICK LOADS OF GERMAN HOMEWORK?!?! Because my flatmates are bullies and confuse my sense of what is right and what is wrong :P

Anyway, back to my first ever blog on wearebrave. How did Louise describe me in the opening post? Ah yes, I’m the so genannte ‘Blonde bombshell’ Who is ’ usually AWOL’ and ‘ Enjoys Subway, German, and loves the Jewish people.’

Classic.

Well I’m currently actually in the flat, I returned at 10am this morning and might even spend the night here tonight. SHOCK OF ALL SHOCKS. I am usually AWOL, slash I have been AWOL for the past three weeks, no one remembers how I used to spend all my time here :P I am not a fugitive...or am I?!?! Bizarre times. When I’m not in the flat, I miss it, and I believe it misses me too. I miss the foul stench in the kitchen, my messy room, my lack of food and plates and cutlery...and that gross shower. Ha. What I actually miss is my wonderful flatmates, and the Brave List. Which needs publishing. EPIC.

Today I want to have a slight spaz about Subway.Maybe after this you people won’t be so annoying! Here goes...

As a member of the facebook group ‘I hate stupid assholes who come to Subway and don’t know how to f***ing order’ I want to use this opportunity to tell you all the things that customers do that annoy me the most.

There are many.

It is HEARTY Italian, it is not heartly. Do not get mad at me if you ask for Italian bread but you meant Italian herb and cheese. Also, don’t be mad when I put chillis on because you asked for ‘no olives’. Please don’t say ‘I want the works....but not the weird stuff’. Also, I can salad a sandwich if you tell me all the salad in one go. Don’t slow me down by telling me one piece of salad at a time. Please don’t ask me for more than 2 kinds of sauce, you sicko. And stop putting so much mayo on your subs. IT’S NOT CHIPOLATA SAUCE, if you can’t say chipotle, just say southwest, you weirdo. Don’t point at the bread display, actually tell me what you want... I DO NOT HAVE X RAY VISION. Do not say ‘I don’t know what I want’...get out the queue then, idiot. Please don’t get mad at the price when you get to the till. Actually check it before you order. On that note, quit asking me the price of a footlong. Do your own adding up. Please don’t leave it until I’m on salad before you decide you wanted more than one sandwich. And if you bring your kids, don’t make them whisper at me what salad they want. For once, just tell me, I can’t be bothered playing along to your parenting skills. I hate your 6 inch/footlong jokes. I have heard them all plenty of times. Why are you toasting tuna subs?! What is wrong with you. Do not ask me for bread that is not in the bread display. That is why it’s not there. I didn’t just take it out for the kicks. AND JUST BECAUSE YOU COME IN EVERYDAY, I DO NOT WANT TO BE ALL PALLY WITH YOU. WE ARE NOT FRIENDS. DON'T TALK TO ME IN THE STREET.

I am a nice person, honest :]

The life of the uber-ist spazmodic to walk this earth

Basically, I, Michaela Grace Welsh, am the definiton of the poem "That was Brave". Seriously, I'm not sure I am ready to write it up here yet, I'm still spazzing. Alone. In stoner lab. Alone. Very alone.

I thought you should all know.

I am admittedly rather enjoying these stoner lab times! They are intense but Hannah is far away doing an experiment and just no texting me back during the spaz!

GAHHHHHH!

Going out tonight, with Hannah and James, rather excitable, in fact James came to lunch today and was in awe of our chemistry knowledge. In fact, I am rather in awe of the knowledge!

Today, at 5 we are returning home to the filth of our kitchen, in which we hope and plan to "deep clean" aaaaa yesssss. And then rumour has it that its tacos for tea.

I'll be getting my sombrero on then and getting back to my work.

I love Hannah and my flatmates, more than they'll ever know

Over and out

P.S. Me and Hannah have found a new housemate UBER YAYYYY!

Post: Michaela.

Things you wish could be stolen

Things you wished were Nicked
As if a dodgy barnet and an ex-fiancé in prison were not enough to send Amy Winehouse kicking and screaming back into rehab, last Friday she faced a new crisis. Whilst sprawled out on a beach in the Bahamas, it was reported that the singer’s Camden flat was broken into and ransacked for£15,000 worth of goods. Despite the saying worse things happen at sea, for Amy it appears worse things happen 7,561 km across the Atlantic.

It appears we live in a world where things are constantly disappearing. This includes Britain’s thriving economy, the O-zone layer, Victoria Beckham’s waistline, and fearfully with every passing minute, my bank account. Surely by now we should be used to having things taken away from us. After all, isn’t borrowing defined as a slower process of stealing? Although theft is frowned upon in society there always remains in a dusty cupboard or hidden under the stairs those things that you wished were pinched. Obvious items include dodgy looking presents that you are forced to pretend you like, find useful, or do not want to burn.
What instantly springs to my mind was the fateful year when I received a wooden table carved in the shape of a cat. Sadly to this very day its perched figure on all fours with its back holding cups still haunts my memory. If only it was stolen by some hideously old cat-lover to save myself from its disturbing presence.
Other things I doubt anyone would mind being pinched include the password to your mum’s Facebook account. Since when did this ‘just-checking-up-on-you’ stalking become acceptable as caring parental behaviour? Surely these acts should be reclassified as a violation of privacy.

Likewise I doubt if anyone would object to the temporary stealing of phones to avoid the embarrassment of drunken texts. Despite how vital it seems at the time, your ex does not need to read “I aamofu leuke you...WU PL RODNE ME” at three o’clock in the morning.


According to the BBC, £1.4bn is stolen each year in the UK due to identity fraud. Despite these consequences being disastrous for both companies and individuals financially, isn’t there a silver lining to this cloud? In this case, look upon the situation of someone stealing your identity as a window of opportunity. Suddenly it becomes your God-given right to start from scratch in building a new bogus identity for yourself. This way, on a night out you can find yourself several years older, more successful than Alan Sugar and the long lost sibling of Kate Moss. Sure enough a new identity can pour out of your mouth quicker than alcohol can drain back down it.
Finally if the Grinch is capable of stealing Christmas, perhaps someone could do the world a favour and steal Valentine’s Day. Is it not simply a holiday created by Clinton cards to burn another rainforest? Or Thornton’s so that they can melt and reform all the excess chocolate Santa’s into love hearts? Either way I’m sure hijacking Valentine’s Day would do no one anyone any harm. At the end of the day stealing is a sin and is morally wrong, but then so is your mum on Facebook.

Posted by: Eleanor Brown

*Insert intelligentle title here*

Mmmmm... ouch my throat hurts
Have decided that writing articles at 3am is not a good for health, general welfare of brain. On the plus side working late entitles two breakfasts. This is good news for everybody except cows.


I am not sure if cows enjoy to be milked. Mardy-moos. Ohh present from louise

"weird retarded thing which I used to have as a kid and you can make shapes out of it. Oh no its all stiff from my suitacase...."

oHHH Err. ....

"oh actuali it can be a chopstick holder...

fuck me how the fuck can this be soo heavy , what the fuck are you larfing about". Louise needs alex Thomas before she kills me under a suitcase. actual face of fear. fearing face. look vagugly human before school. i dont think soo louise. g- a- aa-H.


eLLIE XXX

In aid of Ben...Good neighbors

Should point out that whilst I am currently hogging this blog, I am in school 10-5 for the next 3 days, so shall not be. look out for a Jewish post avec rachel soooon.

ALSO: this blog is being mentioned in the student newspaper. Yessss. Global coverage here we come....
Ok so on request of my wonderful friend, brother, life counsellor: Ben, I must formally introduce everyone with pictures. Easiest thing to say is in the banner above, there is (Left to right) Rachel, Ellie, Charlotte, Louise, Hannah, Micheala. But ben also pointed out there are no actualy pictures of me avec my flatmates on here, one of the reasons for this is that Micheala is our cheif photographer, and takes the most photos at 3am when she is trollied. However I usually can't last later than 1am. Anyway, here goes:

Charlotte, Rachel, Ellie and I. Looking vaguely abnormal, in aid of a roller disco. Charlotte is the QUEEN of roller skating. Like, so effortless. Which made me stupidly think I could do it too. WRONG. I broke my wrist. In the words of Mic and Dennis: BAD TIMES.













Ellie and I, advertising the important things in life, in our beautiful kitchen. I love Ellie. I think she loves me too, but less so when i am wide awake at 7am.











Micheala giveing me the heimlich manover. Micheala is great, we have some kind of grandmother-mother relationship. Whereas, she ventures wisdom, I validate it, or I venture wisdom and she corrects me, because I don't know how to be 'down with the kids'. Also Micheala is the proprietor of hangover club, which we are somehow going to have to maintain when we live in different houses next year. Hyde park in PJ's?







Steph, Me, Hannah and James Hollands. 2 important things of note here. 1. Steph is Ellies friend from Londinium. Before she came to stay with us in the ghetto of 'St Marks' she spent the night in 'Devonshire' (super posh halls, generally reserved for the overpriviledged that pronounce 'Yeah'' as"Yahhhhh'. Seriously people, you are not south african. Anyway, she liked it in St. Marks more! So take the £30 some of you spend extra a week to us and.....well give it to the accomodation office. because you have to. ha.
2. James Hollands is michealas boyfriend. we all like him very much. Not as much as micheala. He is uber helpful, which is why him and Mic are very well suited.


Ok so that covers the flat, and one of our spouses. I should point out that technically I am the only single one in the flat, as Hannah lives across the yard (for like 2% of her life) and charlotte had to go hooooome. :( Spinster life is sweet, think i'll get some cats.

SO: now we come on to the first in my self titles series: Good Neighbors. What larks. This series will cover our lovely co-flat 2.1, and also the special people I will be abiding with after June.

First Good Neighbor: Well, inevitably it is Caffs. This is the kind of thing Caffs does for entertainment. Yesterday he posted a snow boulder through our letter box. He,er, likes his drink, and when intoxicated is akin to your drunken uncle dancing at weddings. However, all of us actually love him. Like in the way you would love your cheeky little brother. except he is 4 months older than me!!

Typical life in day of caffs: (example, monday 2nd feb, could be ANY day if it wasnt for the snow)

• Wake up with hangover
• consider going to school. reject this idea.
• Play Louises guitar, or pokemon.
• consider having hair of the dog to relieve his hangover. decides on a fish pie instead.
• Recieves phonecall from Ces, his gorgeous girlfriend.
• Goes out in the snow with partner in crime (but not quite as endearing) Alex. Throw snowballs at Lou and ellies window. Throw Snowballs THROUGH Michealas window (it was open, but still)
• Gets bribed in by a cup of tea by Louise.
• comes to collect tea. With massive snow boulder. Posts snow boulder through letterbox.
• Thanks Louise for the tea and cake, because he is quite sweet really.
• goes and declares undying love for harry deacon.
• Shouts through our letter box, 'I'm bored and Hungry'. After toying with the Idea of ignoring him, Louise lets him in and makes him a cheese and beans toastie.
• comes and sits in michealas room and despairs a little inside and our over excitabilty.
• Asks for some gossip (the only boy that does, and we LOVE him for it!)
• Sleep.

Next in series: Helen Wood (possibly my distant relative, who knows)

Accomodation survey

Yeah ok, everyone is out and I am bored and refuse to go out book shopping as we are knee deep in communist snow.

My answers to some accommodation survey questions: (I should point out I gave some positive marks to things like: central heating, my neighbors and our location)

• What would improve security where you live?

I honestly have no idea, i think we just live in a relatively dangerous area. so many flats have been broken in to, and mnay have experivece physical violence, verbal abuse, and unknown people who are clearly not students trying to get in the gate. Its completely catch 22, as the more break ins that happened, the more people moved out, meaning the site has less presence, and in some cases leaving people alone in a flat, which increases break ins.

However it is nothing compared to Carr Mills. It is inexcusable for Leeds University to build such expensive (and admittedly nice) residences in that location, with no prior warning of location. And subsequently emails are sent from the university telling people not to go out after dark. Its a disgusting way to treat younger first years, and international students. ESPECIALLY when people ask to relocate due to the danger and they are told by the accommodation office 'you have no right to complain about the muggings at carr mills' Also friends have experienced drug addicts wandering in to their buildings due to the gate and doors not being secure, and students have returned covered in blood after being mugged. I think instead of closing bodington, you need to make the security of students more of a priority and close carr mills.

• What aspects of the building are you least satisfied with?

Windows: Single glazed and do not shut properly. Which causes much unecceasry use of central heateing, which is very effective but it seems very wasteful. I understand that these halls (st marks) will not be refurbished/demolished until 2012, which myself and others, especially parents think its completely outrageous and unfair, espeically on international students and those that did not pick st Marks. It also compromises security. I have asked for the situation in our flat to be resolved, but apparently thats 'just how old windows are' Which i understand, but I dont think this should be the case in somewhere we are paying £300 pcm for a small room.

Posted by: Louise

Microbiota and the pain it brings 9am on a Monday.

Hey there teeenage baltimore! Don't change that channel! Its time for the corny colins show!

Right, here I am in the Ingold Cluster (because Hannah wants to be here rather than the love of my life...stoner lab...dont judge me). We are being good people and trying to our homework...but we ALL know that we are on facebook updating ourselves on the latest gossip which has occured in the last 2 hours. GOOD TIMES.

Last night, my beautiful friends returned after a most "productive" night out at Carnage. My personal favourite being ***** (Someones name that has an I before an E) , dressed as a "ninja" for the SUPERHERO theme, she is a legend and an half. She rolls up as me and Hannah return from our pint of coke and pub quiz times at The Library, to be confronted by the comment "Why are you here, you didnt pay to go to Carnage."

Get in side woman.

Then to be followed by: "I think I should go inside, the snow is white and I am black". Right. Hold that thought. So off we went inside to be entertained by a strip show by our in-resident wannabe fruity dancer (we are in awe of them) who then after clattering and banging said "I'm going to bed now". Thank god. For now we were safe.

Then the wilting Dennis and Mic were wide awake and spazzing about (as per usual) until Rachel reveals that her darling Ruth had been sick in our kitchen...aaaaa the stench :D

Anyways, so after aimlessly chatting about Tom, Dick and that other guy Harry, we decided to call it a night and glare at the beauty of the blizzard outside.

The next morning, Michaela recieves text from Louise "Are you awake?! xxx".

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Hangover Club had commenced at the early time of 7.32am this morning. Damn it woman why aren't I hungover, just darned tired. And so off I trotted to Microbiology...oh joy...cholera...death...infection...pathogens...zzzzzzzzz.

Then, as I return to the hub of the love of my life (the chemistry building), this guy stops me and says "Hey, you do Chemistry dont you?" What the hell man. "I do Transport" (again what even is that) "We spoke at Cockpit...have a good night?".

And so, basically, the conclusion of my post is that our amnesia is most definitely getting worse, and hangover club has evolved into our basic flat activity, and I am proud to be the owner of the bed for where it all happens.

Take that sherlock...now I am going to help Hannah with her Maple...for I am the MASTER!

Post: Michaela.