When you (at the end of your first year) have a lecture on starting to think about your dissertation and sit there panicking because you hadn't thought about it at all.
I did that once! Last year in halls, girl upstairs from me went out for her birthday, I didn't go (skint) so just stayed in. At 1am they started coming back in dribs and drabs and I stayed up listening to all the dramas and stories, cooking food with them and watching telly with them. At 6am I finally went to bed for 2 hours, before waking up at 8 to get to my 9am lecture. I had nothing to drink and I don't know how I stayed up that long sober and with no deadlines!
For me it's: - debating for 10 minutes at the supermarket whether you can afford £1 for some interesting looking crackers. But £1 for a jagerbomb is never questioned! - you use grated cheese (most likely not your own) as an accompaniment to almost any meal - there's that one lecturer who has never seen you coherent in his seminars, because they're at 10am on a friday morning, and I didn't get to bed til 5 because I got wasted on cheap bourbon, came home and sat in the kitchen with my chips and drinking milk and somehow getting through a 10 pack of fags in an hour.
I did that once! Last year in halls, girl upstairs from me went out for her birthday, I didn't go (skint) so just stayed in. At 1am they started coming back in dribs and drabs and I stayed up listening to all the dramas and stories, cooking food with them and watching telly with them. At 6am I finally went to bed for 2 hours, before waking up at 8 to get to my 9am lecture. I had nothing to drink and I don't know how I stayed up that long sober and with no deadlines!
For me it's: - debating for 10 minutes at the supermarket whether you can afford £1 for some interesting looking crackers. But £1 for a jagerbomb is never questioned! - you use grated cheese (most likely not your own) as an accompaniment to almost any meal - there's that one lecturer who has never seen you coherent in his seminars, because they're at 10am on a friday morning, and I didn't get to bed til 5 because I got wasted on cheap bourbon, came home and sat in the kitchen with my chips and drinking milk and somehow getting through a 10 pack of fags in an hour.
Without wanting to sound completely and utterly pretentious, my hair is a tiny bit 'alternative', so that was what I was going for But if it's not your thing, no, steer clear
For me it's reuse said plate until either the mixture of residues from various meals gets too weird or various microorganisms start to make colonies...
When you find a pan full of maggots because a flatmate can't be bothered washing up. They then try and pour the maggots out of the window and accidently drop the pan out of the 3rd floor window into the street...
I did that once! Last year in halls, girl upstairs from me went out for her birthday, I didn't go (skint) so just stayed in. At 1am they started coming back in dribs and drabs and I stayed up listening to all the dramas and stories, cooking food with them and watching telly with them. At 6am I finally went to bed for 2 hours, before waking up at 8 to get to my 9am lecture. I had nothing to drink and I don't know how I stayed up that long sober and with no deadlines!
For me it's: - debating for 10 minutes at the supermarket whether you can afford £1 for some interesting looking crackers. But £1 for a jagerbomb is never questioned! - you use grated cheese (most likely not your own) as an accompaniment to almost any meal - there's that one lecturer who has never seen you coherent in his seminars, because they're at 10am on a friday morning, and I didn't get to bed til 5 because I got wasted on cheap bourbon, came home and sat in the kitchen with my chips and drinking milk and somehow getting through a 10 pack of fags in an hour.
I miss halls
I've done after a night out, stayed up in front of the oven in the kitchen making cups of tea and chatting on facebook all night.
Done it because I was nervous about missing an alarm for a 6am train.
Also had to stay for 7 hours on Manchester Piccadilly station after a mate was refused entry to a club, missed the last train home so walked round the station all night with a bottle of whisky each.