Someone say freshers?

That's right, I'm back baby!! In winch of course. The last week or so has been manic.
I moved in on the 14th, which consisted of a strange rushed day, buying most of tesco's and filling up the smallest possible fridge freezer, which is shared between 5 of us.
I unpacked my things, with the help of my housemate and put my sheets on my first double bed. Best feeling ever waking up to space on both sides of the bed in the morning. We also put a desk chair together, and scared my housemate by hiding in an over sized box, who said students were immature? Its lovely all sitting in our living room watching TV and talking about how our summers have been, I've missed them all so much.
Wednesday night we decided to get all the gang together again and throw a house party where we played drinking games, danced to the jungle skank and did regretful shots of absinthe. The next day you could actually see my head pound, I woke up with two big bruises not remembering how I got them.
I had to power through, therefore Thursday I spent the whole day at home recovering and bracing myself for the night to begin. We got to our friends house all feeling pretty fragile and started slowly drinking our alcohol we had brought. Again another banging night at the silent disco, seeing people we haven't for months, drinking cheap 1.80 singles and shots for a pound,  shouting at each other to change the channel on their headphones. I woke up to remember very little, and got told that I fell down the stairs at our student union, standard.
Friday rolled round, and after another day of feeling like a dying tramp I wasn't too fond of the idea of going out again, but I had to man up, it was freshers I couldn't let the team down. We again went to our friends house, began downing weird concoctions such as gin and cherryade, jersey turnpiking until we ran out of energy and enagaging in drunk talk about anything and everything that could ever exist. Me and Jaz got thrown out that night, but to say the least it was an amazing night, even if I can't remember it.
I love fresher's week, and all my friends that make uni so much more fun, but the greatest love of my life will always be alcomahol.