it’s raining; the sky is shit and grey; my lecture was really boring today plus i didn’t understand anything because i’m not a chemistry student; i got soaked going into town; i got bossed around by a 15 year old cocky Primark changing room attendant (please fuck off next time); i spent £61 in Topshop and can’t really justify it apart from the nice bag i bought; i spontaneously cried on the bus when i saw a bunch of protestors outside Manchester Royal Infirmary and i wasn’t even sad (i blame PMT); i fell asleep at my laptop because i’m that tired; i walked into the kitchen to find my flatmates all stop talking and look at me and go “look, here she is now” (second or third time this has happened) - hey thanks guys for gossiping about me, i don’t mind AT ALL; tomorrow is Terrible Thursdays - every single Thursday i’ve ever had at college has been shit (literally shit, i got shit on by a bird on a Thursday morning once, plus i’m always ill on Thursdays which i cannot explain, maybe i have some rare breed of Thursday Fever) but on the plus side i can’t wait to escape my flat and hang out in M4 again, where they love me and give me hugs and give me free custard creams and serenade me with ukelele. i think without M4 i would fall apart because i do like Manchester but fucking hell, it is killing me inside. i can’t wait to go home and see my parents and my budgies on Saturday which seems so far away with Terrible Thursday slap bang in the middle of it all….
well, after finally feeling settled in (5 days after i moved to university) i can safely say i bloody love Manchester! i also no longer have the feeling of wanting to be sick every minute from stress and can actually hold down my food which is a good thing. two of the girls in my flat are still arses but considering they spend most of the time in their rooms or outside smoking it’s not really a problem. one of the girls is really nice and i’m actually getting along really well with the lads which has made me a lot more optimistic about the whole flat arrangement as i no longer want to repeatedly throw myself out of the window - not that it would work anyway, i’m on the ground floor. i also keep trying to get my bearings as Manchester is huge and i always forget which way i’m going or have been, so i got lost about 10 times today but it’s okay as i somehow made it back to my flat and am now relaxing with my bowl of carbonara and free cherry Vimto from the SU fair. lovely jubley. apart from the two chapters of reading and 1200 word essay i have to complete for in a few days! boo!
i didn’t think i’d end up being one of those people who really hates their flatmates but this is really horrible. they’ve all done gap years, they’re all from private schools, they’re all from London and they’re all snobby twats. i wasn’t too worried about not liking my flatmates because there’s eight of us so i was bound to get along with someone? WAS I FUCK! they’re the kind of people i actually loathe, like the girl next to me, i direct quote, “doesn’t have much, only a 25” flatscreen TV” in her room and they’re all talking about how they go on VIP guestlists in clubs and wahhhhhh. i can’t even be civil because some of the things they say make me so angry. the girls are absolute airheads, like ridiculously stupid. i think one of them doesn’t even have a brain, she thought a sieve was a piece of cutlery. the girls aren’t even nice, they’re just ridiculously conceited and giggle and gossip in their pairs, and i’d like to say in situations like this i can get along with the lads but i can’t even get on with these lads as they aren’t even normal!
so i had a complete panic today. felt sick all day, then had a massive panic attack, then had a second slow, prolonged panic attack on a packed bus that took 50 minutes to get from Manchester City Centre to Fallowfield and then just locked myself in my room and cried and then went to see one of my closest friends who’s actually only 5 minutes away in her accommodation (thank Christ) and then came back to the flat feeling better, to then be reminded of how much i LOATHE the girls in this flat arghhhhhh. i don’t want to move because i like my room and location but i can’t spend time with these people. it’s ok because i’m friends with the girls and a few of the lads in the flat opposite so i can spend my time there but then i find it really embarrassing being the one left out and that they must notice i don’t like them. i don’t know…you can’t make people like each other i suppose….
moved into Manchester today, i love it but none of my other 7 flatmates have moved in so i was all on my owny own so i went and made friends with the flat next to me and alas! Chris from my A level geography class is in there with this lovely girl from Oxford and his mental friends, and then i met some guy from Dubai who was talking to me about tropical climates and considering i’m doing geography i should care but i was more interested in getting a drink because there was a free bar. then i got full on unwillingly molested twice (and then a third time in a taxi, sorry Chris for having your leg molested but i was too busy having this 3rd year? second year? fresher? who didn’t know where he lived squeezing my arse and apparently “i’ve got a bf” isn’t a valid excuse for not being molested anymore) and then i have to wake up in less than 5 hours to go on a weekend away to the Lake District to study “local geography” and go hiking but i kind of hope it’s just a big piss up because i can’t be bothered spending all weekend in a windy, rainy load of hills while everyone else is in their flats having a party and seeing every move in (i miss all my flatmates moving in so i pray to god when i arrive on sunday looking like fried shit dipped in piss they will still welcome me with open arms) and i’m not even sober yet or have packed. la-di-da.
“We, the undersigned, share the view that Pope Ratzinger should not be given the honour of a state visit to this country. We believe that the pope, as a citizen of Europe and the leader of a religion with many adherents in the UK, is of course free to enter and tour our country. However, as well as a religious leader, the pope is a head of state, and the state and organisation of which he is head has been responsible for:
Opposing the distribution of condoms and so increasing large families in poor countries and the spread of Aids.
Promoting segregated education.
Denying abortion to even the most vulnerable women.
Opposing equal rights for lesbians, gay, bisexual and transgender people.
Failing to address the many cases of abuse of children within its own organisation.
The state of which the pope is head has also resisted signing many major human rights treaties and has formed its own treaties (“concordats”) with many states which negatively affect the human rights of citizens of those states. In any case, we reject the masquerading of the Holy See as a state and the pope as a head of state as merely a convenient fiction to amplify the international influence of the Vatican.
Stephen Fry, Professor Richard Dawkins, Professor Susan Blackmore, Terry Pratchett, Philip Pullman, Ed Byrne, Baroness Blackstone, Ken Follett, Professor AC Grayling, Stewart Lee, Baroness Massey, Claire Rayner, Adele Anderson, John Austin MP, Lord Avebury, Sian Berry, Professor Simon Blackburn, Sir David Blatherwick, Sir Tom Blundell, Dr Helena Cronin, Dylan Evans, Hermione Eyre, Lord Foulkes, Professor Chris French, Natalie Haynes, Johann Hari, Jon Holmes, Lord Hughes, Robin Ince, Dr Michael Irwin, Professor Steve Jones, Sir Harold Kroto, Professor John Lee, Zoe Margolis, Jonathan Meades, Sir Jonathan Miller, Diane Munday, Maryam Namazie, David Nobbs, Professor Richard Norman, Lord O’Neill, Simon Price, Paul Rose, Martin Rowson, Michael Rubenstein, Joan Smith, Dr Harry Stopes-Roe, Professor Raymond Tallis, Lord Taverne, Peter Tatchell, Baroness Turner, Professor Lord Wedderburn of Charlton QC FBA, Ann Marie Waters, Professor Wolpert, Jane Wynne Willson”