I’m getting excited…I will actually be going out this weekend for the first time in 4984688385234850923893486946 years. Well, it feels like that anyway. I’m probably getting a little bit carried away though – I didn’t want to ever have to do this on my blog but I feel the need tonight – I can’t work!

I’m really pissed off! I spent all today geeking it up in the library for an essay I’m doing – I finished getting all my quotes from the novel in question, 6 books of secondary sources, a detailed essay plan so all I need to do now is write it up…..actually, at about 9pm all I had to do was write it up. I’ve refused to go to bed until it’s typed up….this is the easy bit for goodness sake! I’ve typed up my introduction, my first two points and then my motivation died. I tried to boost it by having a small break, nothing. I got fed up with myself and typed up all my quotes, footnoted them and typed my bibliography. All I need to is is write the blurb to connect all my quotes together and actually turn it into an essay…but it’s now after 01:30 and I’m getting up at 06:00 for a full day of work and class :-s

La la la la, I think I’ll forget about it again and think of going out again! Taking on board various comments from my previous entry I’ll be doing a bit of experimenting with different types of dressing and trying to collect different responses (if sober enough…if not, analyse photos and facebook wall messages). So…my dressing social experiment will include:

• 999 night this friday – I wanted to be a fireman! Very disappointed to have no luck finding anything though for anyone above the age of 8. So police instead, and the ‘nakey-scale’ will be low to medium
• rocky horror show next thursday – ‘nakey-scale’ will most likely be off the scale. Thinking combination of corset and dog collars, but maybe wear a wig to disguise my nakedness…

• chav night – I’m still worried about this. As someone who’s never worn a tracksuit in their whole life, never even owned hoop ear rings (not saying people who wear hoops are chavs by the way!)…but yeah, wardrobe issues aside, ‘nakey-scale’ is stone cold. In fact, this will be thee most unattractive unflattering thing I will EVER wear and to be honest, I’m a little bit worried about photographic evidence. I’m thinking I’ll be pregnant though…
• come in your kit night – sports shirt and shorts/jeans/skirt. Boring! ‘Nakey-scale’ will be at the bottom again.

So let the trauma begin!

P.S. random useless piece of information by the way…in good old Northern Ireland (that’s Norn Iron in the local accent…beautiful, isn’t it?) we call ‘chavs’, ’spides’, and female versions are called ‘millies’, which makes it quite amusing when we hear of English girls called Milly. Also country-bumpkin weirdo people are called ‘culchies’!