Problem Products

It seems that now a days there is a product for everything, pimple punisher, zit zappers, skin scrappers and a million and one things to make you look good.

It would also seem that girls never seem to stop talking about them. That and the fact that there still seem to be things make up has yet to fix.

Apparently main stays of any female (oo mabye male as well but I wouldn't know) students love life seems to be a constant stream of hickeys and stubble rash. Something that as of yet none of us have found a 'cure' for.

Concealer will only ever do so much and sooner or later (normally sooner) you will once again be wide open to social ribbing. I've lost count of the amount of times we've been laughing at Ella saying she needs to eat more red meat after spying Sam's neck.

Maybe somehow though despite the marks, maybe the cures we might claim to be seeking still don't exist because deep down we still want to feel like we belong to someone.

Bathroom Bowling

Living with boys often causes many questions from friends and family. 'Is it messy?' 'Isn't that a bit strange for you?' and more often than not 'So what's your bathroom like? Must be gross surely'.

In answer to the last question no it's not. We all have our odd habits such as Sam's penchant for losing the lid to everything from the milk in the fridge to the toothpaste. Kishan hoarding empty toilet rolls in the holder. Though I'm just as bad my hair bands just seem to explode everywhere.

Despite whining the toilet seat is still up most of the time. But me and Ella have just learned to roll our eyes and deal with it. What makes me laugh about our bathroom though is how it always looks like....

Well like someone's been playing bathroom bowling in the shower. No matter how often I line up all our many shampoo, shower gel and shaving cream bottles, shortly enough they are all once again scattered about the bottom of the shower basin often with my awesome sheep shower poof smack bang in the middle. I swear this must be the new past time for the guys when they get bored in the shower. Poor sheep :(

Spose at least if the guys are entertained in the shower they will be hygienic (well for them anyway) Maybe this finally settles of the mystery of why Kishan is always in the shower!

Murderous Midnight Munchies

So I've learnt a very important lesson this week, cooking when tired even if veeeeeeeeeery hungry is a bit of a stupid thing to do. But hey Midnight munchies are killer, hence why I found myself cooking a bacon sandwich at three in the morning.

It was a fantastic sandwich, but would have been all the better if I hadn't gone back into the kitchen to put my plate in the sink to find it full of smoke. Oops...

Appeared I had forgotten to switch the hob off after cooking and the left over oil proceeded to catch fire. Stupid fire alarm never even went off...until the smoke wafted into the corridor behind me setting that alarm off after I started dealing with it. Don't think anyone was very happy with me.

Could hear the flatmates swearing at the alarm in their bedrooms, but none appeared in their pants as I expected. Security however did (though thankfully dressed and not in their pants) and seem quite bemused that I was cooking so late. Least he tried to help me air the flat (it still stinks though!) as the kitchen window wouldn't open since they had locked it after our break in. So I had to sit in the front door whilst the window in the corridor outsides the flat was opened to release the smoke.

Must have looked really strange me sat there propping the door open with my feet as I sat there read the paper and ate strawberry pencils, all that was missing was a cup of tea

Still the kitchen is back to its normal nuclear state with added smokey smell and the frying pan will soon be usable again once we figure out how to get the burnt oil tar off the bottom.

Any hoo think I might actually go get that cup of tea...

A girls life...

I've never been the most feminine of women. In fact most of my friends swear I'm just a man with severe gynecomastia, so living with two guys was never much trouble for me. Hell it's enjoyable with the random ass conversations and sarcastic comments.

But It wasn't until the lovely Ella moved in that I realised how much I missed some female company around the house. Sam's misses joining us in life at number 52 has brought about several surprising changes. The bathroom is now very much over run with feminine products with everything from my shampoo to Ella's hand cream coming in a garishly pink bottle. Sam who until now lived mostly on dairylea dunkers and fried chicken has suddenly started cooking and is surprisingly good at it! I'm now officially addicted to his Sweet potato wedges, my imitation just doesn't live up to it.

But Mostly I'm just enjoying having someone around to chat to about girlie stuff. The guys don't care about who fancies who or whether its the change in water that's making Ella break out. She was probably sick of the site of me last night asking what the hell am I supposed to wear with this dress? (I live in jeans and T-shirts I'm mostly clueless as to how to dress myself) supposedly the answer was leggings and heels. Which was much more help than the guys who I was mostly ignoring due the cry of 'More cleavage always more cleavage!'

I personally think that having another girl has balanced the flat out a bit. I feel less like a mum and a lot more like me :D

Now to do the huge pile of washing up....

Nocturnal plot bunnies

Most of you as I write this are most likely asleep. Lucky you.

I'm slowly getting used to becoming nocturnal, it seems as part of student life as poverty. But at times it really starts to grate. You see now even my plot bunnies have joined me in my state of wide awake nocturnalness (if that's even a word which I highly doubt)

If you don't know what a plot bunny is let me explain. Imagine an idea within your skull, then shape it into a little bunny rabbit (mine are often pink no idea why) then imagine them bouncing around in your skull with the force of a two tonne lump of concrete. That is a plot bunny, an idea that refuses to go away (and will give you a killer headache if ignored) until you grab your pen and scribble your little heart out. Even if the end product is complete drivel because all you really wanted was to go to sleep or have a cup of coffee.

So when I finally got into bed at just gone 4 this morning, I lived in the hope that I could curl into a ball and fall asleep and you know stay in bed. But noooooo. The minute my head hit the pillow it would appear all my little plot bunnies woke up and soon had me hoping round the flat umming and arrrring and wild gesticulating. Moderately scaring flat mate Sam who already had me labelled as an eccentric (A label that does not go away easily when your running around the flat in your pants and a big t-shirt asking what makes people go 'zing')

On the upside I now have over 10 pages of story notes and another fair few of research for the book I'm writing on. But when I find myself goggling the poll tax riots at 5am I cant help but think maybe it's time to inject my brain with Myxomatosis and go to sleep!!!!!

Liar Liar Pants on Fire!!!

All over the country students have been protesting against the rising tuition fee's and I myself have been among them trying not to get squashed by the multitudinous crowd. The tripling of fee's is understandably rattling a lot of peoples cages.

I am a lucky one, the fee hikes come in after I have finished my degree, but it is doomed to screw over many people I know and love. My boyfriend will have to pay out the ear to finish his four year degree, his little brother Ed who is incredibly intelligent has little chance of being able to afford Uni at all! How is this fair? Our Government is literally auctioning off the present at the expense of the future. It's devaluing our degree's and means thousands of people will not be able to follow their dreams.

I for one am nearly always the pessimist (much to Alex's disdain) so I was pretty sure the government was going to screw us over any which way. But the betrayal of the liberal Democrats really hit home.

My mother has supported my local candidate back in somerset for years a Mr David Laws a man I was lucky enough to meet last summer, even if I was in my dressing gown. I myself voted lib Dem and kept him in the local seat in the hope that he was one of the good guys who would uphold the Lib Dem promises.

To my horror though this afternoon I find he voted for the fee's hike. he's lost a voter next local election that's for sure! If I wasn't disillusioned with the government before I definitely am now!

It makes you wonder what the country is going to be like in 30 years or so the degree is so expensive no one has one except in scotland and ireland who get subsadised by our taxes.

Will we survive with no doctors, nurses, engineers, scientists? Will my baby brother who is only 8 months old and possibly one of the cutest things on the planet be able to go to uni?

All I can say is maybe Guy Faulks had the right idea in blowing up parliament.

Build the bonfire

Build the bonfire

Put the Tories on the top!

Put the Lib Dems in the middle

And burn the bloody lot!

Ode to the Bath Matt

I’m not the tidiest person in the world, the large pile of washing up in the kitchen right now being testament to this. Despite this I have always had a pet peeve about bathroom’s. They have to be spotless! Though normally after I am finished they are no longer in such a state (long hair gets everywhere!).
When I’m home I’m lucky enough to have a mother who is fastidious about cleanliness and has no qualms about nagging me to death about hair in the plug hole or the fact I have spent over an hour in the bathtub. But at Uni? Nah you can forget it I knew once I moved in with two guys I would just have to stomach it. For the most part I think we manage rather well.
There is one problem with our bathroom though (other than the stupid amount of problems we have had with the boiler) who ever designed our shower did a crap job. There is no shower curtain as the shower is set back behind a hollow wall so that water splashes everywhere in the entrance gap, puddles all over the floor. Nightmare!!!

As well as not being very tidy I am also not very coordinated and it does not take much effort for me to fall over and/or land on my ass. So slippery puddles of shower water hiding just over the edge of the shower basin waiting for me to get out and slip are not helpful.
After two weeks of nearly going headlong into the bathroom wall every time I had a shower (It is very undignified to end up in a pile on the bathroom floor legs akimbo, towel blocking your vision) I decided enough was enough!

So the next day I marched to the market and bought us…dun dun dur! A bath matt. It was red and fluffy and completely hideous, but it was a bath matt and would hopefully save my bruises. And that it did, for 3 months it graced our bathroom in what eventually became its red squelchyness complete with soggy foot prints. Much neglected it was not until this afternoon I thought it best to give it an airing for only the second time since I bought it. I gave it a good bashing on the kitchen windowsill and left it to dry (or more likely freeze) on the sill only to come back to find it had gone!

Obviously life in a student bathroom was too much for the poor Bath Matt and it jumped! Straight off our 8th story window sill onto the roof of the library below.
Goodbye dear bath matt! You will be sorely missed and very quickly replaced!