To make the blog a bit more personal and fun I thought that I would share some of the stories from my time at university, I was the happiest I've ever been for those 3 years and I'm sure that writing about it will perk me up a bit. Hopefully you'll be entertained by my experiences but if not at least I had fun writing them down. Also don't judge how horrible I was at uni, I'm blaming it on all the vodka...
Here we go, story number 1.
This one time, me and my best friend Vicki decided that it would be a good idea to create a man chart on the wall in our house. Not just any wall, the (communal) living room wall. This wasn't just any man chart either, the chart was a ranking system for all the boys we had/were slept/sleeping with compared to other random celebrities. We used post-it notes (lots of them) for each boy and spent hours making sure that they were all in the right order, Hugh Grant got the title of God and was at the top of the chart (none of the mere mortal boys were any where near him), I think Jude Law and Hagrid also probably featured quite high up in the ranks. ITV2's constant showing of Notting Hill and The Holiday in 2009 definitely had an influence on the chart. So after staying up all night creating this epic wall chart of heterosexuality we were pretty pleased with ourselves, every new boy that came into our life was going to get ranked too and by the end of the year we'd have a lovely record of our sluttery. I don't think I've explained quite how amazing this chart was, we basically spent all night evaluating every boy that we had an interest in and where they would rank against each other. We then stuck post-it's up all over the wall to represent them - we used a lot of post-it's that night. We were so proud of it, and it was nice reflective activity to do, I wish I had taken a photo of it so I could remember the order that we worked out.
Turns out our pregnant (and older) housemate did not approve of the man chart though, the next morning (afternoon probably...) we wandered down the stairs to admire our hard work to find it had disappeared. Every single boy we'd ever slept with was in the kitchen bin. Apparently when you have the health visitor coming round it's not ideal to have a hierarchy of boys on the living room wall, who knew?