Thou shalt not pull shapes

I have literally done nothing with my life since I finished Uni for the year, I have spent most of my days asleep and most of my evenings inebriated. Which in hindsight is not much different from my routine whilst I am at Uni.

Highlights have included drinking all day in the park and a visit from "The Boy"

This has happened only twice since I moved an hour and a half away almost a year ago, so I was less than thrilled that it was purely to accompany me to his best friends birthday shindig and not to spend a magical evening eating junk food and watching soul destroying television with me and my housemates.

This said the shindig went with a bang and I found myself, Doc Martens and all, bopping along in the fog and lasers to Electro noise with a room full of Geologists.

Which lead me to discover that Geology students are a) some of the best shape throwers in town and b) have the best chat up line ever:

"Wanna see my rocks?"

Genius, No? I saw it in action and it very nearly worked.

However these shinanigans came at a price, falling asleep with my head in the toilet and waking up to a less than impressed Boy and a world map poster one of us presumably had stolen is not a hangover friendly combination.