Can you tell I'm bored?

Basically, I'm hungover to shit and terribly bored. I am meant to be at the Fighting Cocks right now (an 'alternative' pub/venue in the town that I live) watching Luke Leighfield, Sam Isaac, Jose Vanders and mistakes.in.animation. But Sam and I and some friends went to New Slang last night to see Friendly Fires and I started the night with a double Jager-bomb, bought so thoughtfully for me by Sam. So I spent this afternoon being sick and trying to ensure my head didn't explode and still feel awful now, and it's twenty to bloody nine. Anyway, Sam's gone and I am bored. Hence, writing this, even though no one will ever read it. At least it's passing the time.

So, who am I? Lucy Williams - student, binge drinker, reader of books. I live in Kingston, Greater London (debatable), England, United Kingdom, The World, The Universe. I study English Lit and journalism at uni. I work in the SU bar. I have a boyfriend named Sam. I like bacon sandwiches. I'm pretty boring, just your average person.

Life is pretty awesome at the moment, aside from this hangover. I'm enjoying uni, and I love my job. I have plans to move in with my best friend and my boyfriend in September. It's a bit mad; Sam and I have only been together officially for a few months, but it feels so right and I can't wait to live with him. Course, it'll probably all go wrong, but I'm living in the moment or whatever. As it stands, I am madly in love with him, and (I hope) he feels the same. We're getting a fish and everything. That's commitment, that is. Also, bed shopping in Ikea will be awesome.

I haven't really got anything to say; this didn't really amuse me for as long as I hoped it would. I might start writing regularly in here. Then again, I'll probably forget all about it. If youre reading this totally comment or something. Who even reads these things?