Tuna Pasta & Harry Potter

So you'll be pleased to know in the end I opted for leftover Tuna Pasta. Beautiful. Then I made tacos yesterday with yes... real mince.

So on Monday after my Tuna Pasta dish I headed down the library with H. I was a little bit nervous about it to be honest, as we'd only actually hung out once, but it was actually surprisingly fun. We mainly indulged in Harry Potter games online instead of doing our notes for hours, but it was worth it. You'd be surprised how addictive guessing the last names of the characters is... Then we bowled home, got some chips and sat on the curb to eat them, then he walked me back home. I know what you're thinking, it's what all my flatmates assumed too.. but no, H is simply my friend. He is a nice guy, refreshing to hang out with, but I'm completely into A, and I think I will be for a very long time!

Still I was completely aware A was upset that I'd gone to the library with H, and I ignored that. Which was harsh. Thing is, it's relationship politics (or so I thought....). Basically, he hadn't replied to my texts for hours all day when he said he was just popping to the gym for about an hour. So it turned out he went to Cambridge shopping with a girl called Kym. That, I really didn't mind at all, she's his friend- but I was a little bit annoyed about the way he shrugged off my texts... he was acting really unlike him. So, I shrugged off his annoyance equally. Yet then he later sent me a text later saying he was sorry, and he loved me, he'd just been a bit stressed... Yep, his grandad had only gone and been taken to hospital. Which is where he was most the day. Which is why he didn't reply to my texts. Oops. So I felt like a very horrible person then. It also made me realise what an amazing boyfriend I've got, to text ME and apologise to ME!

Then on Tuesday, having woken up to the wonderful gift of a parcel delivered to me by my mum, with an advent calender inside, the morning started excellently... despite the fact that I've completely fallen into my wonderful routine of not waking up and not going to sleep and thus... not going to lectures. I also have decided that my overdraft is for spending, so have consequently dived headfirst into it. Which in retrospect isn't exactly ideal with christmas coming up.

So after completing my essay, I was happily settled in for an inexpensive, cuddly night with a classic film with my flatmates. However, my flatmates had other plans. They all decided that Tuesday Club was a must, and as I am me- I just couldn't resist. Noone wants to be left out! Plus a cuddly film night just didn't sound as good with just myself as company.

We all got ready, vodka-ed up and headed out to purchase our £8.50 tickets ( thank you Natwest ) and drink away the night. And that is exactly what we did. It was a good night, if not a little odd. A couple of unexpected things were said and done, but all in all- everyone was really drunk! I'm so pleased for my stunning flatmate S. She has such low confidence, and the girl is absolutely beautiful. And obviously it showed. The alcohol gave her the confidence she so desperately needs, and guys came flocking! My other flatmates, who don't do drugs, C & R spent the night looking for meth. God knows why! Their adventure was cut short though when they were unable to obtain the object of their desires. So instead we settled for chips. Best kind of drug if you ask me!


Despite the late night adventure... we were up by 8am for our lecture. So a successful story all in all.

Now it's 3pm, and I'm going to watch aimless tv and sleep.

Life is officially good.

Love, Clover x