I've always considered myself as pretty independent, even from the innocent age of 14 where I'd make my own way to and from friends houses, stay out for days at a time and even cook dinner for the whole family. But now I've been properly chucked into independence, in a house with 5 close friends, and it's now I realise how much I need my Mum. Not for reasons of homesickness of course...it's just that my washing pile has really stacked up. (love you Mum!)

It's now I've come to realise how lacking in independence I am, but not because I don't know how to do things like some students, it's simply because I am the single most lazy person in the entire world. The only thing I don't mind doing is washing up, I find it incredibly therapeutic, however when there's 5 to a kitchen and a drunken night out every other night, the kitchen never stands a chance at staying tidy, so it becomes a source of moaning. 

Our worse habit is failing to take the bins out, after a rough night at Carnage last Thursday and bin night falling on the Friday morning, we neglected to consider the dreaded bins. They're annoyingly - and quite disgustingly in my opinion - collected every two weeks, with the recycling being collected in the weeks the bins aren't. But when you miss bin day, it doesn't fair well for your back garden. Between the six of us we produce a monumental amount of rubbish, we can't even comprehend how we manage to have so much crap to throw away. The recycling we understand; beer bottles, vodka bottles and many a mixer bottle...that's mainly our diets so we can't argue with that. 

Aside from our stacked up bin bags and the constant fear of rats in our garden, we're all a bit lazy when it comes to doing our washing too. I'm definitely the worst. Since we've been back - 4 weeks going on 5 - I've done one wash...yep ONE. It's pretty ridiculous. I even went to the effort and expense of buying a whole new duvet cover because I didn't want to wash the one I had...when I write that down I realise how ridiculous it is. The first wash I did, I managed to dye all my white clothes pink. This didn't happen at all in first year, and this time the trusted colour catcher betrayed me. 

You see how I kind of need my mum now? Or anyone willing to be a pseudo-mum? 

My room's also become a pain in the arse to keep tidy. On several occaisions it has become a room for pre-drinks, especially when Faye recommends karaoke pre-drinks - this isn't a drinking game, it just consists of us sitting on my unbelievably comfortable bed with drinks in hand whilst we listen to Faye sing along (awfully - don't worry we've been very vocal about what we think of her singing voice) to Britney Spears songs. It's always quite hilarious, but with so many people always coming in and out of my room, it doesn't exactly stay tidy. I haven't had a big room in a long time and I'm well known for being a really messy person as it is, so this big room thing isn't working out well for me!

I don't think I even want to admit to my financial ruin, but I've been horrendous with my finances this year. I made a folly coming to university over a month earlier than we actually started as it took a big £500 chunk out of my loan, and it's had a huge knock on affect on my finances...I'm basically more skint then I've ever been and have no choice but to accept I'll be dipping back into my overdraft sooner rather than later, which I'm not remotely happy about. Please sponsor an abandoned dog like me.

I hope everyone else's independent living is going more successfully than mine, because so far all it's proved to me is that I'm absolutely crap at being an adult, I love nights out far too much...oh and the course thing, that's going well actually! Good luck for the rest of the semester and keep your hands out of your bank accounts, or else you'll end up like me...having to not go out again until Halloween. Don't miss me too much Keele SU.

Don't take the title as a suggestion I haven't had another amazing freshers', because it has been seriously awesome but a lot of drinking has gone on in the past week and I haven't had time to catch up on life!

Firstly, we have a house! We're a little family now and I'll soon be adding a photo up of the place (I've lost my camera charger so I'm having a bit of an issue!). So far, it's been amazing, the place does get messy but as a team we manage to make it look spiffing once more. We've only had one cut out of the electric from running out of credit - had to be when I was showering though didn't it?

Our first week here consisted of a lot of drinking. Surprise, surprise? We christened the place on move in day, minus two comrades, but invited friends over to help us celebrate. As always, we got shamefully drunk but definitely had a good one! The rest of the week was no different, with Thursday and Friday consisting of an empty night out in town and another night in having drinks with friends.

Then, there were six. Deacon and Sara arrived to their housemates still drunk in the early afternoon (having yet to sober up for practically the whole week). I felt sorry for Sara's brother who I chatted to drunk, updated Sara on a noise complaint we'd had and the messy week it had been, and probably acted like a total fool. I'm surprised he didn't drag her off back home!

Saturday was a blur, it was the Icebreaker Disco where hundreds attend the free before 10pm entry and the usual cheap drinks. It was sweaty. That's about all I can say about that night! Sunday was an awful day that I'm certain didn't happen! I decided to day drink and I can't say I stopped for almost the whole day and night, so that's that! I had a drunken bit of fun on a bouncy castle causing injury to my elbows, thought they were supposed to be fun?! We also watched my housemates band Clock House play, and from what I can remember, as usual they were awesome. 

Monday hit me with a morning hangover, so during the day I had made the decision to attempt a sober night at the union. Having pre-drinks with the girls sipping my fruit and barley juice was odd as I watched them slowly get more and more tipsy, and of course at the union it just got worse. Drunk people and noise were everywhere, I ordered my tap water whilst Sara grabbed a double vodka and lemonade and after a bit of drama between some friends, I decided being sober was just making me moody and I wasn't having any fun. Shamefully at this point I totally failed to turn down shot after shot from drunken friends, though I still remembered my night entirely which was a great feeling!

And theeeeeeen, by the next day the whole idea of ever going 'tee total' was thrown right out of the window. I had been considering attempting if for a few months but being back at university made me realise how much I enjoyed it, I always have a laugh and so far nothing awful has happened! I'm sure it never will but if I've yet to harm myself (short term anyway!) or anyone else, so I don't see the reason to stop if I'm enjoying myself! 

Now, Wednesday was definitely the craziest of nights! It was a Mexican themed night where many people were dressed up in poncho's and sombrero's. Did I do the same? Nope. I, with a few friends, made the decision to take crayon face paints out to the SU. By the end of the night all of our friends were covered in moustaches with love notes and names scrawled all over us, head to toe. And to our dismay, it won't rub off. Never shall I ask every friend I see to sign me. 

Yesterday saw our first break from alcohol after 9 days of drinking, I'm almost re-cooperated ready for tonight. It's the second to last night of freshers' week, with Professor Green ready to put on a show for us. Everyone who's going, have a good night! 

I would say I'll have one for those who aren't going, but after my week, it's a calm night for me!

P.s. The reason I call this week 'foolish week', is because deciding to drink as much as I have has been ridiculously foolish!