Squirrel chasers, I call on you now
Hmm, just sittin' here. chillin' in the computer room at BCUC. also known as Buckinghamshire Chilterns University of blah, blah blah. Fortunately there's no queue tonight so I can just hop on here and do some typing. Whenever you're reading this, it has been written 5 hrs ahead of your time. That's right, I AM WRITING IN THE FUTURE, OOOOH!!!! (insert mystical sounds here) Anyway, just bored and actually getting tired of England now, can't wait to go home. This country is awesome, not doubt. But I'm am seriously starting to hate the people around me. The reason I'm here in the first place is that my flat ironically is filled with alcoholics. KU is a dry campus. BCUC, sadly is not. The 18-day running theme here is to get as drunk as possible and then spend the next day talking about the weird shit you did the night before. Unfortunately this novelty doesn't wear off. ever. so they do it night after night. This is so much like college only now I can't ignore it. It's not just the guys either. Seriously, I am the only non-teacher person who hasn't gotten drunk off my ass yet. Annd not to mention that everyone has done eveyone else, even though only like, 5 people on this trip are single. *sigh*
Am I mature beyond my years, or stupidly anti-social? I don't know. I honestly wouldn't mind spending the rest of this vacation in a giant bubble.
Can't wait to talk to my friends, people who think like I think. In other words, It's been a month since I've had an intelligent conversation, and I'm overdue.
Am I mature beyond my years, or stupidly anti-social? I don't know. I honestly wouldn't mind spending the rest of this vacation in a giant bubble.
Can't wait to talk to my friends, people who think like I think. In other words, It's been a month since I've had an intelligent conversation, and I'm overdue.