Raving, Swedes and Dreams

Very little to say about the last few days,

here's a little low down...

• Friday was a very emotional day for all members of Acting at Weston College... we had to say goodbye to our mentor Steve, who is one in a million... I cried like UN Baby!!
• I had the privilege of having a lovely blog written about me by Jamie Ruther, aka PANDA OF LOVE!!!! pssst, thats not his name.
• Exclaiming men in the morning about weird nicknames are never pleasant but I can't complain because he let me sleep on his... FLOOR! not chest lol.
• Going to a lovely hair salon and being looked impatiently because of my split ends and not booking an appointment... OVERPRICED.
• Rave parties that mean my flat will be a state and covered in men with fleshholes in their ears, SERIOUSLY, i hate those things.
• Partying til half two woop woop... sober, boo.
• Fucking wasted Swedish man and French lady made all of our nights... dance like gazelles in a blender.

Bad dreams suck. Why was I in Jamies room, locked in???? Why did I keep hearing people laugh at me? And why then was there a little girl, saying 'mummy' to me over and over? Horrible dream. No sex.

Gutted. ETA of new laptop, one week. Me = Royally screwed.

Peace out xxxx