A day in the life of...

The young have something no one else has or ever will have. Time.

It's true. We are smart, beautiful and...alcoholic.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

"I'm just a little tense. This whole office is not Feng Shui. All the desks are facing evil."

So since it's the heart of exam week (or swot-vac depending on what uni you go to) everyone is picking up extra shifts at work and spending midnight buried under piles of heavy textbooks. This is not the life.

Fortunatelty there's been at least a few distractions.

H and her band still haven't got past the playing-in-the-garage stage yet, but considering they just got together this isn't exactly a surprise. They're starting with old Green Day covers (Basket Case) but H has big plans. They still don't have a name though...Luckily for Miss Priss band practice isn't taking place in her house but in one of the band members who actually has a house and not a flat. H is still driving Miss Priss mad by playing drums/guitar in her room though. Miss Priss as well as not liking mess hates noise. But then, the two usually go hand in hand don't they?

J, never one for much study, has decided to go partying with B, who's given up hope of passing any of her subjects this semester and isn't even going to bother attending her exams. Guess that means K and B are now hanging out with the fab four again...well, B anyway. K, who is obsessed with getting good marks for the first time in her life, has spent the past...well, semester actually, studying frantically.

J doesn't really remember the weekend. B doesn't either. Something to do with the homemade grapa they were downing no doubt. J woke up in her own bed the next morning amazingly. However she was covered in blood with no signs of a cut (so the blood probably wasn't hers) had a yellow complexion and found her bag outside in the garden. Completely empty save for her ID and a 5o dollar note. Gone was her lip gloss, phone, cigarettes and the bottle she keeps her tequila in that she sneaks into clubs. She has no idea how she got home. At least she got home, which is more than can be said for B. B woke up in a stranger's house, sleeping on a kitchen floor. The house belonged to some 30-year-old chick who woke B up around 2pm when she was screaming at the football on TV. B ran for her life.

No one has seen A for awhile and we're getting a little concerned. At first everyone thought she was shacking up with Gaga, but J ran into him at Justin's house the other day (she left her ipod there and had to go pick it up...she didn't stay long) and he said he hadn't seen her in about 2 weeks. How bizzare. Is it possible A is holed up at home studying? That doesn't seem like her. And if not then what on earth is she doing?

L is getting a bit of cabin fever from studying too hard, but she's determined to ace her exams as usual. She's started a study group with a bunch of political nerds who are obsessed with the movie Dirty Dancing. She thought they'd be studying but all they want to do is act out certain scenes from the movie. Who was it that told L study groups were a great idea?