I don't where they all came from...

...but there were a hell of a lot of really hot guys from secondary schools around the North West-ish area at the Higher Education conference held at the University of Liverpool yesterday and today (well, I don't know if there were any hot guys there yesterday...the only people I know who went yesterday are heterosexual boys, so they aren't really in a position to judge). Seriously and for real, I don't where they all live. It sure ain't Wallasey. All the guys around here are either taken, pricks, gay, or facially deformed. Or my best friends and therefore, despite being reasonably attractive and not completely reprehensible human beings, off limits.

Anyway, I'll try and give you a quick rundown of today's happenings (not that I imagine anyone cares):

Woke up. Went to sleep. Woke up. Nearly went to sleep, but then got up. Had shower to get hairspray out of hair from last night's braid. Got dressed. Had breakfast. Went to school. Sat in common room for a silly amount of time before getting on the coach. Sat on coach for a silly amount of time before leaving school. Went to Liverpool. Coach driver got lost. Coach driver learned how to use his fricking sat-nav. Arrived at the Liverpool Uni. So far pretty uneventful. Piled off the coach, wandered to a courtyard thing. Found some people who were going to the same lecture as me (History). Set off twenty minutes early, anticipating getting lost. Found the right building within two minutes. Sat in a freezing lecture theatre for eighteen minutes longer than necessary. Had a talk about History at degree level which would've been quite good if the woman's mic had been working. Or if I wasn't tired, but too cold to fall asleep. Or if my stomach wasn't growling the entire time.

[I'm changing paragraph now, so it doesn't hurt your eyes and brain (if you're bothering to read all this, which I doubt)]

Went back to courtyard and met friends. Got in super massive long queue to get into room with stalls from lots of different unis. Eventually got inside and got separated from all but one of my friends. Had a nice chat with some nice-looking guys from all over the country. Particularly enjoyed the University of Exeter and the University of Falmouth (one had awesome hair, one was a surfer). Picked up more prospectuses (prospecti?) than I could easily carry. Picked up lots of free pens, ruler, bookmarks, stress balls that weren't balls at all but squishy pound signs and lollipops. Wandered out of a door, and got apprehended for trying to return through the door. Apparently two lost teenagers can destroy the entire world by breaking the one-way system at a Higher Education conference.

[Again, to save your eyesight and your sanity]

Found friends. Was going to go to Subway but didn't have time before next lecture. Went with group of people to find next building. Went the wrong way, and was not told by anyone despite the fact that they had all already been to that building...why they just followed and went along with it is beyond me. Went to English lecture, given by a man who reminded me of my dad. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Went back to courtyard. Found rest of friends. Trekked to Costa, followed by Tesco, followed by Costa again. Sat on some steps and took stupid photos. Went and found the coach to take us home. Stood for a stupid amount of time waiting to get on the coach. Sat on the coach for a stupid amount of time waiting to get back to school. Got back to school. Staggered home under the weight off all my uni goodies.

...

If you read all that, award yourself a gold star and a hearty pat on the back. I may pay you five pounds. I lost the will to live whilst typing it, so if you read it you may need reassess what the hell you're doing with your life.

Sorry. Just sorry.

Bye

<3

PS - Six days until I go to London! Yay!