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So after the rather hilarious goings on in LJ's blog were exposed to the whole of Mold, general blogging seems to have stopped. Therefore since I'm not a massive blogger myself I thought maybe it was once again time to blog Paris goings on.

After having another argument with my flatmate - this time about the level of my music, I have decided that either I am not particularly easy to live with, or she is hiding her general difficulties by outing mine...

The conversation started by another conversation about how we are all much harder to live with than primarily expected, for example I was thought to be much more laid back than it turns out I am. This has been deduced by the fact that I don't much care to be woken up in the mornings, and when I'm tired I'm not particularly extatic about people lounging around in my room, all over my bed when I'm in a towel and trying to get changed.

I know I am a particularly stubborn person therefore being told I'm not easy to live with generally makes me much harder to live with.

So the conversation started with me being told I'm not laid back, how I hate people being in my room ... and that if we're on the subject of annoying things ... how I play my music too loud when Helen's trying to get to sleep, and should wear headphones, even though my headphones are broken!
WAHWAHWAHWAHWAHWAHWAH

that's all I can hear when you're talking.

Anyway on other Parisian news,
On a night out with work friends I found myself getting stoned and getting off with a boy called Pierre. Life simply does not get more french or fabulous than that. Oh Pierre how you tried to take me home with you and then asked me out on several dates. Oh Pierre how you miraculously got back with your girlfriend the other day. Oh Pierre.
Oh dear.

I spent quite a ridiculous amount of time in bed today as a means of general recovery from last night - a night on the Social Club scene.
I hate it there.
I think my taste for dirty, smelly, cheesy, creepy clubs has sprung from the teeny boppers nights in the Tiv. Anything with a guestlist and prices above "penny in, pound-a-drink" I find pretentious.
Social Club IS pretentious, whatever anyone else might say. Full of skinny french girls who hate english people, and english "chester kid" types who've found Social Club through myspace.
EVERYONE NEEDS TO GET OVER THEMSELVES A LITTLE BIT LIKE.
However having said that, the music never dissapoints.
Tequilla shots for 5euros is a bit of a joke though ... I think you can tell somewhere is pretentious when a drink from Mexico which usually has a worm in the bottom of the bottle costs 5euros for 25cl.
But I guess you have to account for the lime and salt aswell.
what.a.joke.

Freshers starts tomorrow.
I feel like I'm working myself up a bit ... the term fresh bait keeps cropping up in my mind.
Judging by the turn out at ULIP for the past few years though I should probably be readying myself for a year which is 1/5 male, 1/2 of that male intake will definately be gay, 1/4 in a relationship ... which leaves about 2.5 eliageable boys. Both / all 3 of whom will turn out to be "ULIP lads" and walk around saying (in a southern accent) "Oi, cunt!" allllllll the time.

Anyway we shall see.
I'm not really keen on the whole XOXO thing, so: toodles.