I've started to laugh at the sound of my own farts

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Hey. I've been doing a wealth of studenty stuff recently. This includes revising for and sitting exams - I read through like 30 books during revision (Don't worry - not cover to cover!) and I may have fucked up one of them.

I've done lots of stuff with my friends - saw the movie Babel (very good, funny, cultural, sad, dramatic with lots of gaps for you to fill in...if you're into that sort of stuff. Oh, and if you're just watching the movie for Brad Pitt or Gael Bernal, don't.) House hunting, but alas there's no such thing as a 8 bedroom house for students by any student centre. What else? I went to a foam party and nearly drowned in the (cheap toxic) stuff as mens hunkered over my large lathered breasts. I had never felt so sexually hunkered after! And my friend lost her cloakroom ticket and so we went home, cleaned up and returned at 2am...so strange to be all sensibly dressed and sober in a club covered in foam. I would really hate to work in clubs, just to ruin the whole atmosphere, you know?

Oh, and I've been smoking shisha! My lovely arab habibi (I don't remember the female version!) has introduced me to this. It's so fun and relaxing and just a great way to spend your time in a cafe, with some arabic mint tea and chocolate cheesecake...especially when you haven't been eating all day (someone said I looked slimmer and I want to keep it up)

I've been ok, as well. Recently I went through this storm. It was terrifying, not only because it was the January storm which are usually one of the worse ones, but I still all of the dark cloak me despite the medication, as if my depression can punch through walls. And, my Salesmen have gone missing. I have new people in my head now, and to have a new enemy in your head, with the volume turned low so I can't hear them, is unsettling. And during these storms I like to be swept off to my Motel for some drinks and inner peace before venturing back out but there was so much going on I had to venture out into the storm on my own. In the end I had constant panic attacks and ended up sleeping under the desk because....

There's no because! Hahaha. It was just agoraphobia, OCD, whatever.

And I cut myself. But a small scratch, and its not happening again. The storm has passed and next year I should be better equipped to deal with it. With the storm passing, the sky is a lot clearer than it has for a while. Dust is back in the Manchester skies when it had been gone for months. I had been having serious concerns about my the state of my imagination, but it seems alright!

In fact so alright, I was just on the toilet, thinking about chocolate, the universe and everything where my fart made this "ARF"! sound. Like a happy seal. Yes.

And it reminded me of all the times I talked to Ria and made the Arf! sound from my own nobel vocal cords. (Believe me, its killer - its guaranteed to make anyone laugh, ever!), despite the fact I still can't sleep and my period won't end and I haven't had an orgasm in five months (WHY is it that I can tell random netters and not my doctor?) and I won't eat...I guffawed. I cackled. I put the laughing cow to shame in all my mirth and it was wonderful. So, the fact that I have to laugh at the sound of my own farts has to be a good thing!

What kind of fuckery is this?!

(You see this wonderful picture of Regina Spektor? That is exactly how I feel. Exactly. That's it. Perfect)

If you ask what I've been up to, I've been quite a lot of old television. So far I've been getting into the first series of House, Xena the warrior princess for it being hilarious (script-wise and man-shouting-in-background wise) and most recently, The Twilight Zone - love it. I love the stilted narration voice, the black and white, the great acting, the simple twists, the fact that it requires your attention, and doesn't keep repeating things over and over again. I just love that.

Lots of things have been requiring my attention at the moment. Despite the prozac my moods move up and down, and staying in my uni sucks the life out of me. Really, the only thing keeping me going are my friends in flat nine. We went house hunting today, and went walking for ever looking for a house that will house 8 people...so, twenty minutes later in a part of manchester I did not recognise and the landlord not having bothered to meet up with us, we realised we had a long, long way to go. But at least I have my own northern family I can hug with and laugh with and watch movies with, dream of creating my own vegetable patch and creating lesbian-themed vegetable chillis (*gigglesnort*).

To tell you the truth, my life is readily forming into some sort of drama - you know, the ex-self harmer eating disordered black lesbian londoner lost and alone in Manchester which they really should do but don't. I say this cos I have interesting friends...and we have lots of drama, and loves and Bop-related incidents (Bop it! Pull it! Twist it! Ohhhh man, not good! Fucking jocks...). And I've been revising for my exams - 4 hours a day, which is 3 hours and 15 minutes more than I ever do for my exams. So surely something quirky and life-affirming is coming soon???

1) Eight gorgeous smart girls living together in Manchester

2) Got the token arab, token indian, token chinese, token northerner, token Londoner, token welsh lady, token black lesbian....

3) The token black lesbian is too lonely for her own good as everyone else on her course has managed to create cliques without even giving her a chance, meaning she has no study buddy...or any other kind of buddies for that matter.

4) Token black lesbian is listening rom-com songs everyday - we're talking motown! (Amy Winehouse, The Supremes, Aretha Franklin, Sam Cooke?...) A perfect soundtrack to a feel-good, "womynly" movie.

5) The cute lesbian token black lesbian has a massive crush on (she likes both Regina Spektor and Six Feet Under - these people practically don't exist!), has already snogged her gorgeous blonde straight best friend, and she boy troubles of her own.

6) Don't forget token black lesbian is a total clutz! (Knocked over someone's exam paper on wednesday...)

7) Token black lesbian has been having quite a shitty time but there are lots of changes round the corner (new modules, having to get a new job...) and surely, to prove true love does exist, shouldn't she find hers when she really needs it, especially as she won't dare admit how lonely she is?

I just don't know what to call the film...