Independency leads to alcoholism.

It's been a busy start to the second year... I've faced some pretty intense decisions so far, and had a lot of growing up to do. Being at university is a big opportunity for me, especially as I'm the first in my family to go, I just need to not fuck it up.
The nights out here have been the most memorable so far, or should I say most unmemorable :/ I haven't touched a drink for 9 days though, which I'm pretty proud of. Although tomorrow night I may have already arranged a house party. Well when I say a party, it's only people we all know or like, usually 10-20 people, me and Jaz always have the most to drink, end of the night we're dancing on the sofa's thinking we're g hopelessly numb to the drunken injuries. Either one of us asks each other the next day "what the fuck happened last night?" and it's always answered with the same reply "I have no fucking idea" that shit cray.
Work's going well, I'm kind of opening the pub for the first time this week which is a big scary but at the same time it gives me a bit of a confidence boost.
On the man front, the only attention I get is from 40 year old tipsy men. One even referred to me as 'filth' last night, to say I was disgusted would be a bit of an understatement. I've also heard some real cheesy chat up lines of late. Mate, if you're gonna try and chat someone up buy them a drink, avoid the awkward 'compliments' who you trying to kid, they don't make any female feel like they re an 'angel' fallen from the sky. Cut the bollocks, simple.
I may of mentioned this before but I do have a new love in life. James from the xfactor, I would do anything to hear that guy sing, my heart melts EV-ER-Y-TIME. I'm actually just about to catch up on last nights episode as I'm a bit obsessed atm, and when tool academy, misfits, Geordie shore start well then that's it, life's over. I'm already addicted to towie, the valleys and Waterloo road, don't think my brain can handle any more TV.
Well I think that's a substantial amount that Ive blogged today, for that I say good day, and welcome to my newest phrase...
loner boner.

I felt inspired so i wrote a poem...

Chilling under the sun, pimms in the glass
feeling with her feet the softness of the grass
the biggest grin that you had ever seen
she never wanted the world to turn mean
the warmth of the breeze falls through her hair
smelling the freshness of the autumn air.

The sky fills with clouds, something’s not right,
everyone gasps and stares at the sight,
some run, others freeze in a state of shock
they warned us about this, there was no need to mock
those struggle to call their loved ones
she sits there completely stunned.

It can’t be happening not now, not ever,
those who knew didn’t attempt to endeavor
journalists were already planning their headlines,
trying to find when it was the right time
now it was all too late everything was about to end
nothing would be left for survivors to mend.