What would you do?

So now it's November, and its been a crazy month or so, I've been too busy to even think about life, and quite frankly have forgotten about my blog, no offence.
Where to begin! Firstly the title is inspired by a Bastille cover song, my new found band who I've already booked tickets to go see with my favourite people in March. Bit obsessed, and I haven't been to a gig in like forever so yeah I'm a bit excited as their musics pretty sound, you should check them out.
Nights out have been pretty eventful since I last blogged. Both fun, and memorable! There's been a few house parties, one of my favourites being our Halloween party in which we spent hours decorating, drawing, blowing up balloons etc so we could all dress up and celebrate one of the best days of the year together with our beloved alcohol. Last Friday was also zombie prom, which proudly was the last time I had a drink. Me and my housemates dressed to impressed with ripped tights, fake blood and tones of face paint. The quote of the night has to go to Em 'dressing up is such a good opportunity for ugly people' or something like that. I enjoyed pre-drinks at our friends house as usual, as I come close to my bladder exploding with laughter as Jaz tried her zombie acting skills in front of a car stationed outside the house. One thing when I get drunk with friends here is that I always turn soppy and love everyone and everything in sight. It's true though, I can't imagine life without them... Anyways I woke up Saturday morning with a pounding head, mouth tasting of every different food invented and my housemate laying next to me. Why? We both have no idea, obviously seemed like a good idea at the time.
Remember remember the 5th of November. Yes Monday was firework night, first time we all got together and let off masses of fireworks in our garden. We huddled with sparklers, wrapped in unregreatable amounts of clothing, watching our breath in the cold air. I lit my first firework, of course. As cheesey as it sounds it gave me that sense of responsibility and idenpendancy. I felt like a kid on Christmas day.
I've been keeping up to date with uni work, there's so much to do. I start in a school Tuesday for three short sessions. It's an inclusive school which I'm looking forward to, and I'm jointly teaching a whole class on data handling, sounds boring but I love maths, I have to, its my forte.
TV has been so good recently, Geordie shore started last night, tool academy has been running for a few weeks and misfits is back! One of my favourite series ever, although Kelly, Simon and Alisha have all left, but rudey is still there, his crude sense of humour never fails to make me laugh. Not to mention I'm a celebrity is starting next Sunday.
Visiting home could not come quicker. So much has happened back home I just want to go back to support and be with everyone. Two months seems like a lifetime not seeing any of them. My sister learns something new every day, and now remembers some of her classmates in pre school. She's also learnt so many new nursery rhymes, which she claims 'I give up' when she forgets the words. Such a character. I get to see her first dance show next month, where she'll be one of the many little stars who stands on stage waving at there mums, loving the spotlight. I just miss her so much.
I find it hard to take compliments at the moment as they're usually from men my dads age, or older, which is even worse. Someone at work told me my hair looked nice today in which I replied to him 'Oh thanks, I haven't even brushed it'. I don't really help myself do I. *facepalm*
Well that's about all I can remember to write about for now.
I'll check in again soon, hopefully.