Warwick rejected me.
The absolute bastards.
It's because the couldn't handle me, I'll bet. It's because I'm so damn clever I'd outshine the fucking professors.
Anyhoo, I'm over it. Sort of. At least there's still my homedogs, Nottingham Uni. They'll accept me, right? 'Course they will! And if not, I'll go travelling. Or work my socks off, get three As, and steal some failure's place.
Which technically isn't their place if they are a failure.
You'll get used to my logic eventually.
On a lighter note, I need to drink less. Or not mix vodka and wine in the same cup.
*cough* NICHOLAS BROWN *cough*
I have learnt my lesson, slightly. It's not going to stop me though. I am young, fun and fabulous - of course I'm still going to drink! Just a wee bit less, so I'm not completely out of it.
There, I'm on the road to recovery. Alcoholics Anonymous won't be seeing me just yet.
I've recently acquired the longest scarf in the history of the universe, courtesy of Nana McDonald. I feel you all ought to know, whether you give a rat's ass or not. It's about twice the size of me, looks absolutely ridiculous and gets caught under my boots but d'ya know what? I love it.
I hope it doesn't start a trend though. I'd hate for some bugger to copy me. There's only one Jess; no one else could be this damn GREAT.
Oh dear. My head appears to be stuck in the doorway again.
Love, peace, and a hench cup of tea.
xxx
