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My poor abandoned LJ. *pets it* Well, I've managed to get the internet working in my room on campus, so I should be able to update more often. That's if I get the time to. Being surrounded by great people all the time is nice, but it can be difficult and weird too, seeing as how I'm a solitary person and effectively spent an entire summer just doing my own thing. The fact that I haven't had any 'me-time' for two whole weeks is worrisome. On the other hand, if I didn't have someone to talk to all the time then I would probably be going crazy with loneliness.
Anyhoo, my week. On Monday I had one (ONE!) lecture so Martha, Fiona, Amy, Anna-Kate and I took the bus to the cinema. (Yes, a university town without a cinema. WTF?) We saw Tropic Thunder. It was funny and I had a crush on the young geeky guy (I do love the young geeky guys) (and I have to stop using so many brackets) but it could have been better. And the gore! Ick!
After the movie we found ourselves sitting in a bus shelter at the edge of a dual carriageway at ten at night in the freezing cold.
On Tuesday, I went to Bryan's apartment with my friend Liam from my old school, supposedly to watch Prison Break, but we hardly paid attention to it. Which is good. I don't like Prison Break and I had no idea what was going on anyway. Bryan's apartment is right across the hall from mine so I just went in my slippers.
Wednesday, there was a free fry in the Students' Union Bar so that was breakfast sorted. It was also Clubs and Societies Day. Mostly everyone joined three or four clubs; I joined Badminton, Fencing, Equestrian, Literary and Debating, Film, Comedy and Drama, Omega (it's sci-fi stuff), Harry Potter (it was free!), Young Green Party, Amnesty International and Traditional Music. Ho-lee crap. Most of them meet on a Monday, too.
That night I came home on the train and went back on Thursday morning. This was supposed to help with my homesickness, and it's true I hardly felt homesick all week. But all the travelling was tiring.
Thursday night was the first meeting of the Drama club, where nothing really happened, and then Martha and I watched Monty Python's Life of Brian. YAY.
Friday morning I had a nine o'clock lecture and Martha and Bryan were on my train home. Halfway through the journey they took out my concertina and started messing with it. Then they made me play a tune. People CLAPPED. Thank God there was hardly anyone left on the train.
And that's all the craic. Am I forgetting something? Oh yeah, the actual lectures. Duh. They're good. We have the massive ones with four hundred people, then the seperate classes with twenty-five people. And I am WAY behind on all my reading and writing up of notes. I seem to have forgotten that I came to college to actually do work. The panic is starting to set in.
Also, Martha and I are hopelessly in love with one of the Greek and Roman Civilisation lecturers. He's young, skinny and English. And everyone seems to have a crush on one of the Poetry lecturers because of nothing more than his Welsh accent. He mentioned that he was slightly dehyrated the other day, and many of the girls in the four-hundred strong class said, 'Awwww.' I don't have a 'crush' crush on him the way I do with Roman guy. I just want him to hold me and talk about Wordsworth's daffodils in that accent.
Ahem. In other news, after failing miserably the first time, I passed my driver theory test with one hundred percent! :D
Anyhoo, my week. On Monday I had one (ONE!) lecture so Martha, Fiona, Amy, Anna-Kate and I took the bus to the cinema. (Yes, a university town without a cinema. WTF?) We saw Tropic Thunder. It was funny and I had a crush on the young geeky guy (I do love the young geeky guys) (and I have to stop using so many brackets) but it could have been better. And the gore! Ick!
After the movie we found ourselves sitting in a bus shelter at the edge of a dual carriageway at ten at night in the freezing cold.
On Tuesday, I went to Bryan's apartment with my friend Liam from my old school, supposedly to watch Prison Break, but we hardly paid attention to it. Which is good. I don't like Prison Break and I had no idea what was going on anyway. Bryan's apartment is right across the hall from mine so I just went in my slippers.
Wednesday, there was a free fry in the Students' Union Bar so that was breakfast sorted. It was also Clubs and Societies Day. Mostly everyone joined three or four clubs; I joined Badminton, Fencing, Equestrian, Literary and Debating, Film, Comedy and Drama, Omega (it's sci-fi stuff), Harry Potter (it was free!), Young Green Party, Amnesty International and Traditional Music. Ho-lee crap. Most of them meet on a Monday, too.
That night I came home on the train and went back on Thursday morning. This was supposed to help with my homesickness, and it's true I hardly felt homesick all week. But all the travelling was tiring.
Thursday night was the first meeting of the Drama club, where nothing really happened, and then Martha and I watched Monty Python's Life of Brian. YAY.
Friday morning I had a nine o'clock lecture and Martha and Bryan were on my train home. Halfway through the journey they took out my concertina and started messing with it. Then they made me play a tune. People CLAPPED. Thank God there was hardly anyone left on the train.
And that's all the craic. Am I forgetting something? Oh yeah, the actual lectures. Duh. They're good. We have the massive ones with four hundred people, then the seperate classes with twenty-five people. And I am WAY behind on all my reading and writing up of notes. I seem to have forgotten that I came to college to actually do work. The panic is starting to set in.
Also, Martha and I are hopelessly in love with one of the Greek and Roman Civilisation lecturers. He's young, skinny and English. And everyone seems to have a crush on one of the Poetry lecturers because of nothing more than his Welsh accent. He mentioned that he was slightly dehyrated the other day, and many of the girls in the four-hundred strong class said, 'Awwww.' I don't have a 'crush' crush on him the way I do with Roman guy. I just want him to hold me and talk about Wordsworth's daffodils in that accent.
Ahem. In other news, after failing miserably the first time, I passed my driver theory test with one hundred percent! :D