I'M WILDE

sex and sensibility
do you believe in ants?
Oliver twisted me
Charlotte's wet
i have great expectations
I <3 (porn) literature
GO TEAM TEAM
Hello traveller
Shakespeare is sex
I <3 (c)lit soc
Shakespeare turns me on *growl*
grope me
rape me i'm a librarian
virginia wolfed me
e e cummings is my jesus
a tale of... (... two fitties)
without books my life would be empty
captain hook(er)
I <3 DICK(ens)
wanna meet after hours?
i <3 boob(k)s

all this on a white t shirt, the outfit made COMPLETE by the spandex legs. Literary society graffiti pub crawl. Just broke my plugs extension cord or whatever, so I only have one plug, which my fridge needs. I'm not entirely sure but I think the fact I keep unplugging it is bad for my food and things. I'll probably get cancer off it, or something.

University is exhilarating. I love most of my flat mates, find it hard to exist, here, without them. Dancing tonight was crazy old and pretty awful style but the funniest and lightest so far - every other night it's been intense clubbing come and get me moves and then tonight making fun of them all was amazing. My room's a mahusive tip, because I still (5, 6 days in) haven't had a single moment in which to tidy it. I'm going to die when lectures start because I'm pretty certain I'm already behind, having done a very very small amount of the reading. The rooms here have no carpets (this shocks every other accommodation people, because that seems like a basic thing) and we share one loo, one shower and two baths between about 14 of us, which is not exactly ideal, especially with my weird obsessions with not letting anyone near me when I'm in a bathroom. I love one of my flat mates in particular and was actually really upset that we've spent a night not together in the clubbing, even though variety is good and it might be a good thing to get rid of the impression that we're fuck buddies that everyone seems to have got - he may have pictures of me in my bra as his desktop background but he also has a girlfriend. Not to mention him being witness to my many less than virtuous moments. University is almost exactly how I'd expected it to be - grungy, drunken, hilarious, sexyful, full of terror at being behind academically, allowing me to be independent when I need to be, full of really individual people, confusing, big...

... but then it also has this strange dreamlike quality, as if it's not permanent, as if nothing matters, as if I'll wake up any minute now. That's probably due to being continually drunk or hungover.