Susie is buzzing

I’ve just had a really good night.

 Tonight was the final performance of one of our modules (Theatre and its Others, for anyone who cares). It was amazing how everyone pulled together, a little weird in fact. We had a pretty full-on day; rehearsals and what-not galore. But at the end of it, everyone was just happy for everyone else. Almost the entire year went to the SU afterwards, and as shit as Drapers is, everyone had a good time because we were all there together. Every person you bumped into would tell you how amazing your piece was, and somehow everyone was being honest.

The standard being set her is so high, I watch other people and am amazed that I am part of the same crowd; also doing a drama degree, also getting the same (if not better) marks. It’s wonderful.

At the end of the night, the tutors (one of whom - my tutor, obviously - I love as much as I loved Rowelly) had a drink with us, and we got to chat with them, and they were so happy, it was great. It’s times like this when I’m so glad I took a Drama degree. There’s a level of teamwork and comradery involved that is so lacking from other courses, but I think I crave. Tonight we all just grouped together and celebrated. Even people I didn’t know but saw on stage, we got to know each other for the sake of Drama (how pretentious does that sounds) and just had a good time.

As much as I love Flat 12, and the values it upholds (laziness and bumming around and not being cool) I do like a good night out. I like getting a bit drunk and I like partying and I like going to shitty Dixie Chicken up the road and feeling like I’m part of the cool group.

That’s what tonight was. I was cool for once, I was accepted, I fucking partied, and I fucking loved it.

Susie is changing scenery

So, you will see that this here page has a whole new look. I could have spent this week tapping into the mountain of work I have due in any day now; instead I have spent it reliving my Myspace days - template generators and fumbling through html. Sure, I’ll change my mind about it within a week and sure, my head hurts a little bit from staring at my laptop too long, but I’m pretty sure I enjoyed it anyway. Besides, I’m 19 in 5 days; that makes me 20 in 370 days. And alas, I think that means my days of spending all waking hours in my jammies, fannying about on a computer are numbered.

It’s been a bit of a crap week, if I’m honest. I’ve been bored out of my mind at home - too bored to be happy, too lazy to do anything about it. I think I need structure a little more than I like to admit. Granted, my uni schedule isn’t exactly hectic, but perhaps it’s more stimulating than the (albeit masterfully engineered) TV schedule I’ve been keeping to this week. Maybe it’s just the company I miss; even if we don’t spend every second together, I think I like knowing that I’ve got flatmates down the hall should I want them.

Next week is going to quite counteract this one on all those fronts. I’ve got plenty of work due in, so plenty to keep me busy; I’ll have people around me all the time, from all different areas of my life; I think there’s even a risk I might enjoy going to my classes.

Susie is hoping that soon she will have something interesting to talk about.

Susie is in Essex, innit

It’s reading week this week, so I’m back home for a bit. Flat 12 always gets so depressing when reading week comes around. Everyone goes home - well, except for our delightful new Nigerian contingent who will right now be enjoying running like maniacs up and down our hall, using all our kitchen stuff and burning stuff to it. Yeah, they’re a delight.

Anyway, basically, everyone goes home the first second they possibly can. I don’t know if I should feel bad about not missing my home as much as they seem to be. Last term I was home almost every other weekend for one thing or another; this term I’ve not come home at all until now and it really hasn’t bothered me. I don’t really know what I’m trying to say, maybe the crux of the matter is that I’m just not very nice.

What I’ve realised from this weekend is that it will never stop being weird, leaving the flat. Even coming home for just a week, I still find it odd locking my room and not being there anymore. At the same time, I know that it will be weird when I leave home again to go back. I’m not sure I’m made for this living-in-two-places-at-once thing.

The next little while looks to be pretty good. Granted, this week is likely to be a little dull, getting work done and whatnot; but next weekend the boys are coming down to London for my birthday. As ever, I’ve missed them massively and can’t wait for us all to be back together again, doing pretty much nothing like we always do. Then my birthday falls in the middle of the week, on one of my days off (yesss mate). I will be pleasantly distracted from being depressingly old (yes, 19 is practically dead) by a flat 12 trip to the London aquarium. I count myself very lucky that I’ve found a group of people who are happy to be sad and get as excited about fish as I do. Then the following weekend concludes birthday time with a visit from a few of the CHS girls. It’s going to be a good time, I’m sure of it.

Susie is not sure she can read over that blog without falling asleep, it’s that dull.