Uni Sucks

I've been in London for about 12 days now and all I can say is that it sucks monkey nuts. 

I've spent the past week sitting in a stuffy over crowded classroom listening to people continuously introduce themselves to everyone, after a few days at this you run out of things to tell people. Half of the things you do tell them they'll have forgotten by the time you sit down again. 

It's been far too fucking warm since I got here and I can barely do anything because of it. It costs me about £15 to get into uni each day and at a total cost of £75 a week it's too fucking much. I think that I must have caught the worst case of freshers flu possible and feel like I'm dying all the time. 

I've had the 2 of the worst hangover's imaginable since I came here thanks to a guy in the flat upstairs. And to top it all off I lost my set of keys which costs a lovely £200 quid to replace because of some wee black beepy thing that lets you into the building. So if I can't find them soon, I'll have to fork our for them leaving me with under £200 quid to last until April :(

UNI SUCKS

The Final Countdown

Dun na na naa. Dun na na na naa!!!! (that's the opening to The Final Countdown in case you didn't get it)

Well, the name of this post says it all, it is the final countdown, the final few days before I leave for my next great adventure. In 5 days I will be leaving the great green pastures of home and jetting off to the metropolis that is London town to begin my uni days. One would expect the prospective uni student to be running around like a headless chicken packing things and trying to figure out how to fit 18 years worth of stuff into a measly 30kgs worth of suitcases. Well I am doing that, expect I also have to figure out to get around 34 pairs of shoes to London as well. ( for those of you who don't know I have a major shoe obsession. I just can't help myself)

I will warn you now, whoever is in the area with me when I'm leaving should have tissues with them. I fully expect to break down in tears at the airport as I say goodbye to my wee Mammy :'( 

                                               

I've already been crying. My mate Damo left for Newport on Saturday and I was all sad a weepy about that. So, Ginge, if you read this rubbish, I miss you!! I'm so bad in fact that when the boyfriend had to leave on Tuesday night to go home and I thought I wouldn't see him until Monday I had a wee cry to myself. What an eejit :P And then there's Bradley, or Dad as we like to call him. I think I'll miss his useless facts about QOTSA most, that and his funny noises.

Ginge and myself

Me and Alex

                              

 

Bradley and I

No more Piazza for coffee, or Subway for a munch. No more hitting Marjorie's for a drink and no more Banter's. Life is gonna be so odd for a while. 

Awh well, I gotto go pack!!!

I haven't even left yet!!

So, I piss off to London in 17 days and leave my dear wee mammy at home with Emma and 4 doggies, a bird and a rabbit - at least she won't be lonely.

To try and make the most of the whole Uni experience I joined a few Facebook groups that were relevant to me, you know the sort. A freshers party group, a group to meet people from my halls and even one to try and help me get a job. 

I wondered how long it'd take before someone of a different ethnicity (already practising being more PC than I normally am ) would contact me and try and chat me up. Well, it happened today. 

Ajayi Oluseyi mailed me on Facebook asking me about uni. A farely harmless 
request I thought, he just wants to talk to someone who he might meet at uni.


Well, was I wrong. First this happened....

Yes, I have a child.

Needless to say as soon as I realised he could see all my photo's I changed my privacy settings. I don't want bum raped. BUT I remember the lesson's I learnt from Thomas. If the threat of bum rape is imminent CLENCH AND RUN!!! I'm quite the savvy lady. I'm not sure what I was expecting to happen after this, perhaps a short message about how my SON was lovely and I should be proud of him. Alas, this is not what transpired, this is....

Well, what I expected kinda happened, my SON does look like me apparently.


 * For those of you a little slow on the uptake, this is infact a picture of me around the age of 5, and yes, I know that I look like a boy. However, there is no need to point this out when you are a complete stranger *


And there it was, the inevitable. ARE YOU SINGLE? Which translates into 'Do you wanna be my hoe and come take drugs in my drug den in the arse end of London while all my mates sit around and take drugs. You make the food, become a whore and I PIMP slap you every now and then to show you who's boss?' (I've gone back to being non PC. OOPS)


Anyway I kindly told ould whatisface to please leave me alone a find another piece of white chick to abuse and whore out to his druggie mates. Obviously I said it in a much nicer manner than that. I am not an animal after all.

Non voglio parlare con te non c'è più, si svuota guidato cibo tergicristallo animaliattraverso. Io scoreggia nella vostra direzione generale. Tua madre era un criceto e tuo padre odore di sambuco.

What do I do now?

If any of you read my blog or Babbling Randomness with http://thomasmccool.blogspot.com/, then you'll know that I got my A level results on Thursday. 

I managed to get 3 B's, which at A level, I'm quite proud of my grades. I knew that I didn't need very high grades to get into my course but I still tried. Obviously this worked out for the best and I'm in.

HOWEVER!

I now have a new dilemma. I need to be at uni for the 22nd for enrolment. So, the give myself a few days to settle into my new surroundings I aim to be in London for the 18/19th of September. Much to my dismay, my room isn't ready until the 26th of September. Where the flaming hell am I supposed to stay until then?

I've contacted the uni to let them know, I've contacted the company that controls the housing I'm looking into and so far I've good nada back. The best advice I've got it for me to contact the company.

 I have about 3 weeks to sort this out before I have a nervous breakdown about not having anywhere to stay. So, just as a wee warning if you're in London in the middle of September, you might see me sleeping in front of HMV or begging for a blanket in front of Maccy D's 

:(

It draws ever closer.

It is now 00:42 on 08/08/2011. Which means there are only 10 days left until my A level results come out. I'm not too worried about these bad boys. I think I worked pretty hard for my exams (all 3 of them) and did a very fine job on all of my coursework. Ok, that sounds quite big headed, but compared to the last 2 sets of important exams I've had to do - AS levels and GCSE's I worked like a beast for the A levels.

I think the fact that I need C C E to get into uni kinda takes away most of the pressure, but I'd still like to do well. I don't want to think that all my word for the past year was wasted. I know I'm odd, the simple fact is I like doing well academically. I R NERD! HERE ME ROAR!!!

I guess I'll update on the 18th and let you all know how I did. Not that you care :P

Ta ta for now :D