Sunday 19 June 2011

And oh, those Summer Naiiii-iiiii-ts


Unfortunately my life is not as exciting as this title may lead you to believe.
Since packing up my stuff from my little house in Bournemouth last Monday I've been back in Cardiff at my Dad's.

Since I've been here I've done nothing but go for runs, eat and read.
So nothing interesting has happened really. But I do feel really rested and calm. I'm excited about going back to Tenby tomorrow to see my pals, my Muma and to get working and making some money.

The other night I was sat drinking red wine with my step-mum and we got talking about one night stands.
I've never had one and find it a very strange concept. It's quite scary having someone see you naked.
She was shocked that I hadn't spent my two years at uni having wild nights out followed by wilder mornings in.
I don't know if it's just me but I worry that, even if I never see that person again, they'll think little of me- that I'm easy.

My friend who went travelling last year told me she had her wild times out there, with people who she could only really have one night stands with before she moved along to another country. She thinks it's important for me to have a few aswell.

Do I need to loosen up? I feel like I might leave uni, meet a man, get settled and then one day wake up and have itchy feet. That I'll be itching to experience this disposable way of sex.

I'm newly single. It is, I suppose, the ideal time to try that sort of thing. But I just feel like it isn't the right time. Like I might regret it all.

Oh I so don't want to turn into my mother. Being so wary about things like this, keeping all men at 7 arms lenghts.

6 is my magic number and I think that is a respectable place to be at 20. I don't particularly want to get to ten, ever.
Is that realistic? Is that a stupid prudish way to look at life? I never want to be embarrassed about my number. I never want to be tempted to lie.

Maybe I need to try and get over the fear of what boys will think, what boyfriends will think when that fateful question is asked and just try and figure out whether I want to give it a whirl or not.

That's all for now. Happy Fathers Day to all the papa's in the world!

Jojo xxx

Tuesday 7 June 2011

Summer Ball Golden Rules


Summer Ball is approaching here in Bournemouth as it is in many other universities accross Great Britain.
I'm no old-time pro, but I'd like to think last year taught me few things.
So here's a beginners guide to making the biggest event of the Uni Calendar, the best one of your year.

1) Eat a fuck-tonne of pasta at around 1pm if you want to survive a 20 hour drinking sesh.

2) Bring spare pants, accidents happen.

3)Bring about £50, it might seem a lot but keep a tenner in your kegs for emergencies and that way you wont hit a downer when you realise 43 pence wont but a triple vodka Red Bull.

4) Bring gum (vomit happens)

5) Do fancy dress the way you want to. If you spend the night unhappy with your outfit your night is damned.

6) Bring a jumper, an unoriginal toga outfit wont keep you warm at 4am.

7) Bring make-up top-ups. I don't care what Rimmel say, that shit isn't 15hour proof.

8) Be wary on rides, if you don't feel like you're gunna puke, chances are someone else does.

9) Be low maintenance, you don't need a new outfit, this isn't X-Factor.

10) Ice bags are perfect for sneaking alcohol in. fill it with spirit of choice, chuck it in your pants/bra/socks (carefully)- liquid goes in but you have to jab it to get it out- no leaks.

There are more, but 10 seems like a good idea. Also try not to sleep anywhere, there will be thousands of students on their baddest, cheekiest behaviour so if your friends aren't around, someone else will tea-bag you.


Good Luck! Don't be a mess- no-one will like you and everyone will sack you off next year. You fucking loser.

All for now

Jojo xxxx