Alzarius

Considering one of my PDP assignments is to write a blog (not this one) I should start getting better at updating this one. It's been a busy few weeks, starting university and meeting my hero, you know.

Anyway. I never realised how exhausting it is to actually be myself. Ever since I got here i've been throwing off the repressive facade that i'd been putting up at home and finally acting like myself, and i'm terrified about it all. Today I made friends with a guy called James, who is on my course and in my production group. We had a long conversation in the wait between our lecture and telly meeting and it led to me admitting things that i'd never told anyone before. I even told him about the whole Danny disaster, and he told me about his boyfriend and what had happened in that area.

I'm scared at the moment, excited absolutely, but scared that being myself will just lead me to be just as hurt as I was when I left Leicester. I can't go through having friends for four years only to find out that they're horrid, horrid beasts again. It's happened twice now and I told myself when I left high school that I would never be stuck in a situation like that again, only to find myself in the same place at the end of college. I'm determined to get it right here. I will have friends who are true and real. I will meet someone who makes me happy all the time, regardless of their gender. I will not be embarressed by being myself anymore.

Wish me luck.

Tonight is the pirate party at The Old Firestation. I don't want to spend too much on alcohol considering how much I spent today on shirts and stuff. Although I figure spending a lot in freshers week is to be expected, and then once we get into the actual learning I won't be going out as much. I hope so anyway. I'll try to post some pictures of all of us in our costumes, we've been raving about it all day.

It's the third day here and i'm already becoming southernised. I can feel my midlands accent slipping and everything I say is already more pronounced, which I guess is alright as i'll sound a lot posher when I meet Stephen Fry.

Tomorrow is the grab a grand party at Dundee's, which luckily isn't a bus ride into Bournemouth, it's about two minutes from our flat. We bought the wristbands so that we have free entry, and get drinks for £1.50 all night. So that should be good. I really do need to be careful about money already though. I spent £65 on a railcard, but that is a wise investment since it cuts all my travel costs down by LOADS.

We freaked ourselves out last night since, after the incident at the bus stop where we noticed this man sitting with his back to the window in one of the flats near to it, and he wasn't moving so we decided he was probably dead - we dubbed it the dead mans flat - only I went back in the morning and it turned out to be this horrid looking manniquin, so now we've decided we're being stalked by the dead manniquin. Also we found out our block of flats is built on the site where the old gasworks used to be, so the dead manniquin became Ted, the old gasworker dead manniquin.

We also think one of the lifts is haunted since there's always talking coming from behind the doors of it, even if it's empty.

Ooooh! 

Halloween should be fun around here, lol.

Well, I am finally here. But before I tell you about that, I need to go back a week because i've been busy doing things and not writing about them.

On wednesday I went to Leeds to visit my good friend Amanda one last time before we were even further across the country than normal. I met Amanda online and she's one of my really good friends now. Unfortunately, the night before this my best friend Nix had come round to watch some films and have a little drink. This little drink, which soon turned out to be a very long night of drinking, was the reason I slept through the alarm and had to run for the bus with a blinding hangover. It's also the reason I discovered what being sick on a moving coach is like (into the loo, of course). I don't recommend it to anyone!

I was suffering a bit in Leeds, but it all cleared up once we stopped mooching about the shops and museums and went to get a cup of tea. My best hangover/depression/tiredness/everything cure. After that I was fine and we ran about the place, causing trouble and generally having a lot of fun. I saw the infirmary that Richard Hammond had been taken to after his crash, and then we met up with Kate, who was also from the forum where I met Amanda, and continued running around 'causing all sorts of mayhem.

Anyway, yesterday was the big day and I am now typing this from my new flat. I'm sharing it with four other girls and they're really lovely (albeit absolutely nothing like me.) We've also met our neighbours, and the way the block is set out means there are three flats in a sort of wing, and our wing has already been dubbed the party wing because of those in flat 307. They're lovely though, everybody was really chatty and friendly. The 305 people were a lot less loud and raucous than everyone else but they got into the spirit of things and we all went to The Old Firestation in Bournemouth for the Welcome Party. Although personally, I thought it was a bit rubbish. Dancing was fun, the slimy guys who kept trying to join in, were not.

There's another Welcome Party tonight for everyone, not just The Halls. But I doubt i'll go to it. For one, it'll be like last night but with more people. Two, I haven't slept properly in about three weeks. Three, I can't be bothered!! 

More later x

Well. I was told to scout around and find a layout community to join so I can pimp out this lj. I haven't done that yet, and shame on me since it's not like i've had anything pressing to do, keeping me from here. Nothing except the defeatist "I have no idea how to do anything on this stupid website" attitude I am carrying. Imagine in a few months when I am well and truely intigrated into the lj world. I'll probably delete this entry out of shame.

Anyway. Yesterday was fun, I won an epic battle of wits (Err.. By Rickrolling the guy.) And finally descended upon my friend Adele's house for the all night Supernaturalathon. About six months ago, when I was still at college, I had a few free periods a week with Adele and another girl called Charlie. They introduced me to the programme Supernatural and Charlie used to bring in her DVDs so that we could watch them on one of the college laptops. After a few weeks of learning all the backstory and finding out who liked who (Charlie was a Dean girl, whilst Adele preferred Sam... I could go for both, tbh.) I was pretty much up to speed, and completely in love with, Supernatural. So we started planning to get together outside of college and the restrictive hour long free periods, to watch as many episodes as we wanted. Unfortunately, that was months ago and we only got round to doing to the first Supernatural night, yesterday.

It was just as fun as I thought it was going to be. One of those nights that churns out a million and one inside jokes involving William Shatner. It's been years since I stayed up until 4am talking rubbish and gossiping, whilst giving myself stomach ache by the tons of Haribo on offer. The early morning screening of the Ghostfacers episode was just what I needed to wake up too =).

I'm going to miss Adele and Charlie, but we agreed to do it again at Christmas!