Anything But Boris

Today I have a whirlwind of disjointed thoughts in my head, so I apologise in advance for the randomness and lack of flow in this post.

First and foremost, Londoner's what were you thinking?! Boris?! It's no coincidence that Boris' nickname is the Buffoon. I'm so disappointed. I love Ken. Which reminds me of a story...

Freshers week this year, I'm rather hungover and stumbling to uni to help out at a stall on the freshers fair. In my haze I glance towards the river, it's swooshing and splashing makes me feel less sick. This crazy old man thinks I'm looking at him. Bugger. "Hello" he says cheerfully. "Hi" I groan thinking "Bloody hell not another crazy person. Am I fly paper for freaks?". Anyway crazy old man asks where I'm going and says it's great I'm a med student. He also tells me how he's born and bred in the area. As the conversation goes on I think "Crazy old man, you look rather familiar". Next thing I know he's waving bye bye and strolling into City Hall. It hits me. It was Ken Livingstone. What a nice chap.

Even though I woke up depressed after nightmares of a Boris-run London, the whole day was rather good. The sun shined so much that my face and arms are a bit brown. If it's like this tomorrow I'm taking out suntan lotion. Managed to get a decent amount of notes written in the library and had an amazing lunch. Dim Sum.

There is another reason the library was so fun today. The hottie next to me kept stretching and flaunting his six-pack. So yes, I drooled over him. I'd like to add to this that I'm not one of those crazy girls who's obsessed with only gorgeous men. I get obsessed with not so gorgeous men too because in the end what matters is how someone makes me feel not how they look. However, this doesn't stop me perving over hot men flaunting their six-packs in the library.

My last thought of the day is guilt. Why does the idea of going to the pub for a few drinks on a Saturday night over 2 weeks before my first exam make me feel so guilty? I'm not doing any work now, but I certainly can't go out and have fun. Probably because I realise I have to go to see both Backstreet Boys and to my friend's 21st birthday dinner before my first exam and then my 21st is between exam 1 and exam 2. Woe is me.

Lily xXx

Happy May Day!

Today has been exceptionally exciting for a revision day. I'm thanking the fact it's finally May for why today was so good. I managed to wake up 4 minutes before my alarm went off. There's something bizarre about how amazing it feels to wake up naturally after a good nights sleep compared to being rudely awoken by a noisy horrible alarm. What is even more worrying is that I just wrote exam instead of alarm. I would not like to be woken up by a noisy exam!!

Then I managed to get some revision notes written. As a reward I went to our student canteen. I always pleasantly surprised at how lovely the food is. I can be a fussy eater. Not fussy as in not eating vegetables or fish or something, I'll eat anything... If it's cooked well. Today for a bargaintastic £4.40 I got a huge bowl of tasty vegetably curry and rice and a can of icy cold Fanta. Heaven.

Mmmmmm....

Then to top it all off on the way home I managed to stay between two rain clouds the whole time. So while the rest of London was being rained on, I was strolling in the sunshine.

It's London Mayor voting day today. As always I voted. What shocked me however was how people weren't at all sure how the voting system worked. Having done an A-level in politics I covered how the different voting systems in the world worked, so I guess I'm lucky in that respect. However it means that I have spent all week boring people with the ins and outs of how it all works. As of tomorrow hopefully I'll have a new political conversation on my hands. In my group of friends we have both Boris and Ken supporters. Lunch time tomorrow should have some interesting conversation.

Lily xXx