Carrie Bradshaw conquers all.

Well, it's been a long time since my last blog entry and countless things have happened. I can't even begin to explain how university has changed me since my last entry. So like one of my old entries, I'll try to list the events so that we can have a bit of a catch up.

• I did all my A-level examinations, and managed to finish secondary with an A* B and a C grade. With the struggles and distractions I suffered with in sixth form, I must say, I did quite a good job.
• I managed to get into an okay university, as I had to apply for not so great universities with my predicted grades. I decided, it's not going to be about the university now, it'll be about the grades I plan on achieving in uni.
• I started university and attended freshers week in a drunken, high blur. Yes, HIGH, I have no intention of promoting substance abuse but although I was such a state during my freshers week, I undoubtedly enjoyed it. 
• I made a countless amount of friends, with boys and girls, and I realised, I don't have any problem with talking to boys or any kind of awkwardness around them, even after 6 years in an all girls school. They just seemed like some kind of foreign or alien specimens we couldn't stop talking about at school.
• I have been in the most awkward situation of not realising that a friend wanted to have sex, or a relationship with me. But then again, we are all horny teenagers cooped in one place... it's inevitable. I started university trying to avoid the constantly horny boys here, but in all seriousness, who can? It's impossible.
• I brought a boy back to my flat on the first day of freshers week.. It was part of my newly found freedom. I'm in a whole other city without any family, my own room, completely to myself and I don't have to follow any rules, right? Wrong. Even while your a midst the freedoms of university, it's best to set yourself some rules. And that's why I sent the boy back home just as quickly as I brought him to my flat. And we didn't do anything apart from kiss.. Which I'm quite proud about, because he was absolutely gorgeous.
• I have taken on the Carrie Bradshaw-esque habit of smoking. After all, I am writing about the different encounters and events about my life, I may as well follow in her footsteps right? But in all honesty. it was the new found freedom which has enhanced this habit. Chances of a camel passing through the eye of a needle are higher than me kicking this habit.
• I'm currently seeing 3 people at once. There is something empowering about it. I'll explain. None of them have actually come out with the words "Will you be my girlfriend?" and I haven't had sex with any of them either, therefore, why not have a little bit of fun while I'm in my first year at university? See where I'm coming from? If one of them wants to commit to me, then I'll be fine to give my virginity to him and I'll just break the "thing" with the other two off!
• One of the guys I'm seeing is just fucking about with me. I can tell he doesn't give two shits about me. In fact, once when I was at his place, he was freely telling me about how he wanted to get to know my friend better, and pursue something with her. I don't enjoy being treated like shit, but his foreplay and something else, a... je ne sais quoi just keeps bringing me back to him. I wish I could say no to him, but I just can't. He isn't even that attractive in my eyes.
• I made three great friends who I was really close to, but they fell out over so much, and now it's a bit awkward for me when I'm around them. They both started university on a low sex count, but now one is at the count of about 30, and the other is on 12, I believe. Not too certain, but that's a vague estimate. This is because they go home with a guy almost every night we go out.. I have sometimes found myself thinking, "Are they a bad influence on me? Is this why I don't feel bad about seeing 3 people at the same time?" but then I remember, it's my decision, not theirs, not the guy's. After all, I have spent 4 months with them, almost every day, and I'm still a virgin. I still stay strong when I know I don't want to have sex with somebody.
• I met this other guy who is about 23 at a club about a month ago, and he is a beautiful person. He seemed so good looking and so humble. When it seemed like everything was going so well and it was a win win situation, I got hit with the ultimate bombshell. He has a child. 7 months. Funnily enough, I found out yesterday that he just wants me for sex, which isn't happening... so I've now blocked all contact from him. 
• The third guy, I met recently at a club night club and is my age. He seems nice, but at the moment I am feeling a bit skeptical about men after what I found out about the 23 year old and the way I feel about the other guy who's just fucking around with me. (I really should name these people for you to understand the context, but I feel it's pointless, because I don't believe I'll be talking about them much more on my blog. They're not worth it.)
• After starting university, I've been achieving really good grades. I'm actually quite surprised because it was a struggle to achieve the grades I did at A-level. Therefore if I want to make any progress in my studies I should focus on that element of my life, instead of focusing on the stupid men at my university who will just toy with my emotions, I can just vent out  my emotions on my research and essays... And venting my emotions out on this blog :)
• I've also got a new found obsession with Sex and the City. I feel like I'm the black Carrie Bradshaw in terms of our thought processes. We both overthink, we both find ourselves in the most awkward situations. Although I look nothing like her, I believe we are similar in the way we think things through and act upon those thoughts. Although I don't believe this blog is worthy of being a weekly column in a newspaper, as I sit here typing about the occurrences of my life and smoke my cigarette, I can't help but feel a bit like Carrie. 

Well that is the update of my life since March the 22nd 2014. Obviously there will be more entries after this one. Perhaps even today. But I just needed to share the arbitrary events which I have experienced since my last entry. One word of advice to all people who are attending their first year, or even further up. Make sure you prioritise your work, rather that other extraneous factors, such as boys, clubbing and alcohol, because you want to pursue your dreams, so that you can find someone who wants to be the best you. Somebody who would be able to fully appreciate your qualities and the real you, not just your body.

Cleopvtrv

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