Agh so its LESS THAN A WEEK until i embark on my intrepid adventure, hitchiking to Belgrade for charity. After crazy housemate broke his finger, and we were unaware of where casualty was or how to get there, and could not get a taxi, I am slightly concerned about us even getting out of Sheffield!! Fran, Adam and I seem to lack mates that could drive us to a service station on the M1. So the plan is to blag a train. Apparently its been done before.. but i'm slightly concerned by the lack of a back-up plan!

Problemo numero duo is the quality of our emergency accommodation. I met adam for a trial tent -erecting session this afternoon. Whilst setting up the tent in the middle of a suburban park, it became apparent that the three man tent adam had promised was actually quite clearly a two man tent (for two very small men). Well at least we won't be cold!

I am quite possibly the world's biggest flirt. and its got me into all sorts of trouble recently. (Note to self: do not kiss senior staff with bunnyboiler ex-girlfriends who also work with you) So I'm debating... maybe I should concentrate on one guy, and maybe go on a few dates, make it official, have cosy nights in. It would definitely make Valentines Day more bearable.

In this frame of mind, I went for coffee with the sweetest guy from uni the other day, and he says he wants to see me again. At first I thought 'great! he can be the one that makes a respectable woman of me!' Alas, two days later I'm having second thoughts. Do I even have time for a relationship? Because he is definitely boyfriend material. I work three nights a week, have dancing once a week, like to go out at least twice a week... Maybe I could have a Sunday boyfriend. Saying all this, he hasn't text me yet so I'm jumping ahead a bit. And anyway, its a long time until the next Valentines Day. Maybe the boyfriend idea can wait.

I believe there are three types of students.

First off, u have the geeks- in the Library 9-5, shout out in lectures, have read the dictionary, u get the idea.

Secondly, theres those that get all involved in every society going, run for union president and are handing out leaflets on the concourse every day.

Then there is the lazy, this-morning-watcher, go out and get drunk type of student. That is me. That is my life. I am the epitome of student number three. (And as much as the keen-beans protest against the stereotype, i believe i am amongst the vast majority)

So I'm experiencing a mini-crisis. Why am i suddenly social secretary for a dance society and hitch-hiking to Belgrade for charity?! I'm in danger of making the transition from type three to type two.

Risk: nervous breakdown. Solution: involves alcohol, loud music, and my bed. There is still time to salvage my-inner-laziness.

I get some comfort from the fact that type one student is most definitely not happening any time soon!

Grrr. I'm confused. Why do exes text u? I know when I text my exes its a) because i feel slightly obliged to if I've promised to stay mates b) I'm bored or c) i'm festering a secret fancy for them still.

Okay- so with the ex in question, he text me. What is his meaning? Is he bored? Or worse- does he feel obliged to me because he treated me like rubbish after we split and I got drunkenly upset about it one night? Or is there just the little possibility that the amazing night we had on the last night at uni made him realise what he's been missing out on.

I know what ur thinking. he's male. Its bound to be a) or b). I suppose September will tell. And for now I have great weather, awesome mates and plenty of drinking to keep me occupied. Not to mention my fling (fingers crossed the plan is working).

Two weeks ago I thought a summer fling was the answer to all my love life probs. The end of last term saw a general overcomplication in that department. I found myself jumping from boyfriend to boyfriend to ex-boyfriend to oh-my-god-why-did-I-even-go-there! It had to stop!

So I thought, lets slow it down. Lets go for something not serious. Enter summer fling: fit, funny, pays for me, drives, lives locally, knows i'm going back to uni in september. Tick's every box. I've had so much fun over the last month, totally feeling in control and loving the attention. But alas, the last week has just been rubbish. Everything is suddenly on his terms and i feel like if we meet up its cos he's squeezed me in.

GRR! GRR!

Plan of action: Act extremely immaturely and don't respond to his next two texts at least. Be busy every night of week and invent a few single male friends that i need to catch up with. If that fails to show him i'm no doormat, cut and run! I probably need a break anyway.

So, day two.

I feel cheated of my weekend. Back to work again tomorrow and have spent the majority of the last two days amongst trying relatives.

Today was the christening of my most recent cousin (I lost count of how many there are now but i think we must be in the thirties). I spent most of the afternoon being harassed by a crazy 5 year old (cousin no. 29 or thereabouts), who repeatedly attempted lifting up my skirt whilst screeching at a pitch previously unknown to mankind. As i paid little attention to my underwear whilst dressing this morning, its a good job she didn't suceed!

Ah well, best mate is back from Scotland so meeting up for drinks in a Soho comedy club tomorrow- fortunately she doesn't have the same habit of attempting to reveal my underwear to the general public.

hello.

very frustrating day today. Two invites out- naturally accept the first, reject the second. First falls through. Too late to accept second. End up around a garden table made for 6, with 10+ relatives eating cheese fondue being asked why I have no other friends. Actually, I should check that out.

On a more positive note, the cheese fondue was nice. And plus, i think the high alcohol content may have numbed my pain a little.

Note to self: Must repeat baileys/ chocolate fondue attempted at uni. Even better, must escape the trials of family living and get back to uni!