5:30am

It's 5:30am in my 2-week-old uni room and I'm itching to tidy it. That is the most interesting opening to this as I could think of. Because it's 5:30am.

I can't tidy it because the girl in my bed is fast asleep. I also can't tidy it because, well, I mean who gives a fuck.

I have a lecture at 10o'clock tomorrow which I probably wont go to because I'm still awake. Did I mention the time? It's fucking 5:30am and the girl in my bed stole the quilt.

So instead I'm writing a blog post with an interesting opening and glancing occasionally at my bed to see if a quilt stealing opportunity presents itself to me. I'm also seriously considering tidying the energy drink cans and crisp packets from my room floor to a slightly different part of my room floor. Then I can fill that space with the next weeks energy drink cans and crisp packets.

Or maybe I could think of something slightly more interesting to say about my time at uni so far. Seems worth a try. I've been clubbing drinking pubbing puking partying climbing dancing singing laughing screwing joking and leaving out commas in long lists. Epic is an understatement, though how much I miss my family really is painful. Luckily my new friends are epic too. Oh, and the girl in my bed with my quilt.

Though if level of epic is directly proportional to something like how much I want my quilt, which in turn is associated with it being fucking 5:30am, then not at all epic. Quilts are epic.

Because it's 5:30am.

Which is fairly early for the last few weeks by the way, so it really is absolutely nothing to complain about or even mention.

I'm going to go fight for a quilt.

PEACE X