Well, just got back from a drag night. To be honest, it was a bit crap; the acts didn’t seem very good. But, you’ve not seen anything until you’ve seen drunken male students in dresses trying to hit on girls. And then succeeding. Really, it was a weird night.

On the way back I made a realisation about me. No, not that I secretly want to dress up in women’s clothing (although I wouldn’t imagine that women would want to be seen in some of the stuff on display) but that I’m rubbish on nights out.

Unless I’m completely drunk (which I don’t do any more) I’m just not really with it. I guess I have too many reservations, maybe. I don’t know. I don’t want to be one of those angsty bloggers, though. It doesn’t get me down too much, although walking home to the sound of birdsong is depressing. I don’t know what it is, but hearing birdsong in the early hours of the morning seems to mean to me that my life is unravelling before my very eyes. I guess because it means, yet again, I’m going to bed late and, yet again, I’m probably going to be up late the next morning meaning, yet again, lectures might just be missed.

Typical student thing, really, just a bit lazy, but I’m the sort of person that gets put off easily. But anyway, this is turning into one of those “woe is me” posts that you often find on blogs. If you’ve read this far, then congratulations! You’ve done very well not to get bored and visit something else. White ninja comics, for example.