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So, I return to Leicester. Through a thunderstorm, no less. It was amazing, seeing threads of electric blue cross between clouds, but guys, please! Driving through rain indicating God accidently set the weather on "flood" here!
The unloading of my stuff into my new room (Between downpours I sheltered in the car) led to another natural phenomenon. I phoned a friend because I medically needed a drink. And so started a night where I attempted to catch up with friends, got asked a lot about Amsterdam ("Amazing. So glad I went. Wouldn't have missed it for the word. Et cetera, ad nauseum"), and took part in a pub quiz. I answered a few questions about sit coms and current events, because I'm a sad, sad man who memorises scripts and watches satire. Then comes a return to somebody's house. I got vaguely jealous, considering I'm still in university accomodation, and slightly annoying at opinionated spoutings of a certain type of student. I call him (and it is usually a him) the Opinionator. The kind of person who has to comment on everything, and as soon as he has, that is the last word on the subject. No argument. At least I know I'm bound to be wrong sometime. (How does one scoff? I'd like to do so at this point)
The last two days were spent getting acquainted with the university again. Sorting out minor administrative things and such. Also, experimenting with driving around the city for the first time. Not a thing to recommend. Bus lanes only for the morning? Lack of roundabouts? ( For those who don't know, I learned to drive in Swindon, home of the Magic Roundabout. One central circle surrounded by five small ones. You revolve the wrong way around the central one, and get confused with lanes and such when traversing the satellites. There is a trick to it, but I forgot it) The whole trafficc system seems to depend on people not using cars at all. Which, I suppose, is fine by me. Less wasted petrol. But bugger, that's an illusion of freedom shattered.
Housemates okay. All seem to be fourth years like me. Or exchange students, which is also cool. The upshot of which is that there's no real urgency to get to know each other. We have our own friends to with which to have fun, we study a hell of a lot more, the only time we really see each other is during mealtimes. Which is sad in somes ways, good in others. I can cut myself off and work if I urgently need to do work, which is a good thing. I suppose.
Anyway, too much rambling. Not entirely sober. You can probably tell. Night.
The unloading of my stuff into my new room (Between downpours I sheltered in the car) led to another natural phenomenon. I phoned a friend because I medically needed a drink. And so started a night where I attempted to catch up with friends, got asked a lot about Amsterdam ("Amazing. So glad I went. Wouldn't have missed it for the word. Et cetera, ad nauseum"), and took part in a pub quiz. I answered a few questions about sit coms and current events, because I'm a sad, sad man who memorises scripts and watches satire. Then comes a return to somebody's house. I got vaguely jealous, considering I'm still in university accomodation, and slightly annoying at opinionated spoutings of a certain type of student. I call him (and it is usually a him) the Opinionator. The kind of person who has to comment on everything, and as soon as he has, that is the last word on the subject. No argument. At least I know I'm bound to be wrong sometime. (How does one scoff? I'd like to do so at this point)
The last two days were spent getting acquainted with the university again. Sorting out minor administrative things and such. Also, experimenting with driving around the city for the first time. Not a thing to recommend. Bus lanes only for the morning? Lack of roundabouts? ( For those who don't know, I learned to drive in Swindon, home of the Magic Roundabout. One central circle surrounded by five small ones. You revolve the wrong way around the central one, and get confused with lanes and such when traversing the satellites. There is a trick to it, but I forgot it) The whole trafficc system seems to depend on people not using cars at all. Which, I suppose, is fine by me. Less wasted petrol. But bugger, that's an illusion of freedom shattered.
Housemates okay. All seem to be fourth years like me. Or exchange students, which is also cool. The upshot of which is that there's no real urgency to get to know each other. We have our own friends to with which to have fun, we study a hell of a lot more, the only time we really see each other is during mealtimes. Which is sad in somes ways, good in others. I can cut myself off and work if I urgently need to do work, which is a good thing. I suppose.
Anyway, too much rambling. Not entirely sober. You can probably tell. Night.