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Home again. home again, jiggety jog
Dec. 14th, 2006 03:01 pmWow, I haven't properly posted on here for ages, I guess university is a little more time consuming than I imagined.
I thought I was going to hate it - I love it. Admittedly the course is a little blah, and I don't have much opinion on it, but I would not change St Aidan's for anything, no matter whether Josephine Butler wants more students, uhuh. #There's only ooooooone Aidan's college! There's only ooooone Aidan's college! Walking along, singing this song, walking in an Aidan's wonderland!...#
I sort of miss it already, although, now that I'm home it feels like I've never been away, although, getting used to typing on an actual keyboard instead of a laptop is odd, and I keep making typos. My touch typing is really still intact however, as long as I don't think about it too hard. Things always fall apart when you think about them.
News that I have not had time to announce yet... Christmas, well, B-Ghetto unofficial Christmas anyway. I got presents! YAY ME! I got notebooks and glitter and gel pens and Dr Who DVDs (original series, Tom Baker) who knew they knew me so well! Tom, who I know got me the Dr Who DVD rocks, but I'm thinking I haven't been appreciative enough in front of him. I suck at thanking people, it makes me embarrassed. So I think everyone OTHER than him knows how much I love the present. Whoops! The C-curve secret santa, I got a fridge magnet (Save the Earth, it's the only planet with chocolate) from Laura (although, as George pointed out, how do I know it's the only planet with chocolate?) and The Importance of Being Earnest on DVD... again - they've known me 10 weeks and they can buy me that? I'm not sure who got me the DVD... I think it was a guy, I don't know why. I suppose it could have been anyone. But I've only had conversations about Oscar Wilde with B-ghetto, so how does that even work? Is there intercorridor secret-santa communication going on? *SHOCK! HORROR!*
Anyway, if anyone from university knew this existed I'd say hi, but they don't, and none of them has a lj, crazy people.
Getting home was a bit of a nightmare. The only train that was cheap and not in the middle of a lecture left at 5 to 7 and didn't get in until quarter to eleven. It also involved standing on the almost deserted Tamworth station for (supposedly) half an hour in the dark. Fun fun! However, the second train was quarter of an hour late, so I almost froze to death. There weren't even any seats. brrrrrrrr. Plus my bag weighed a ton, which made getting on and off the train an experience, luckily a very nice guy on the second train helped me lift it on the baggage rack. In the first train I sat opposite a guy who had downed a bottle (a large bottle) of vodka and missed his stop. That was quite creepy. Maybe next time I just skip the lecture. Although, I did read 'All My Sons' in the afternoon, and made noodles, and had nonsense conversations with all the people who were staying behind a couple of days. I wonder if they've starved yet... Or maybe resorted to cannibalism.
To all my friends here at home, who DO know this exists, but probably aren't still reading, or indeed paying any attention. Where are you all? I presume we're meeting up some time. If anyone organises anything please remember to tell me, I do hate to be left out. How have your first terms been? Who isn't going back after Christmas? Who's been to hospital? Who has trophied a traffic cone? Who has dyed their hair purple?
I want chocolate... *sulks* and there isn't any here.
I want people... conversation,
Emily
I thought I was going to hate it - I love it. Admittedly the course is a little blah, and I don't have much opinion on it, but I would not change St Aidan's for anything, no matter whether Josephine Butler wants more students, uhuh. #There's only ooooooone Aidan's college! There's only ooooone Aidan's college! Walking along, singing this song, walking in an Aidan's wonderland!...#
I sort of miss it already, although, now that I'm home it feels like I've never been away, although, getting used to typing on an actual keyboard instead of a laptop is odd, and I keep making typos. My touch typing is really still intact however, as long as I don't think about it too hard. Things always fall apart when you think about them.
News that I have not had time to announce yet... Christmas, well, B-Ghetto unofficial Christmas anyway. I got presents! YAY ME! I got notebooks and glitter and gel pens and Dr Who DVDs (original series, Tom Baker) who knew they knew me so well! Tom, who I know got me the Dr Who DVD rocks, but I'm thinking I haven't been appreciative enough in front of him. I suck at thanking people, it makes me embarrassed. So I think everyone OTHER than him knows how much I love the present. Whoops! The C-curve secret santa, I got a fridge magnet (Save the Earth, it's the only planet with chocolate) from Laura (although, as George pointed out, how do I know it's the only planet with chocolate?) and The Importance of Being Earnest on DVD... again - they've known me 10 weeks and they can buy me that? I'm not sure who got me the DVD... I think it was a guy, I don't know why. I suppose it could have been anyone. But I've only had conversations about Oscar Wilde with B-ghetto, so how does that even work? Is there intercorridor secret-santa communication going on? *SHOCK! HORROR!*
Anyway, if anyone from university knew this existed I'd say hi, but they don't, and none of them has a lj, crazy people.
Getting home was a bit of a nightmare. The only train that was cheap and not in the middle of a lecture left at 5 to 7 and didn't get in until quarter to eleven. It also involved standing on the almost deserted Tamworth station for (supposedly) half an hour in the dark. Fun fun! However, the second train was quarter of an hour late, so I almost froze to death. There weren't even any seats. brrrrrrrr. Plus my bag weighed a ton, which made getting on and off the train an experience, luckily a very nice guy on the second train helped me lift it on the baggage rack. In the first train I sat opposite a guy who had downed a bottle (a large bottle) of vodka and missed his stop. That was quite creepy. Maybe next time I just skip the lecture. Although, I did read 'All My Sons' in the afternoon, and made noodles, and had nonsense conversations with all the people who were staying behind a couple of days. I wonder if they've starved yet... Or maybe resorted to cannibalism.
To all my friends here at home, who DO know this exists, but probably aren't still reading, or indeed paying any attention. Where are you all? I presume we're meeting up some time. If anyone organises anything please remember to tell me, I do hate to be left out. How have your first terms been? Who isn't going back after Christmas? Who's been to hospital? Who has trophied a traffic cone? Who has dyed their hair purple?
I want chocolate... *sulks* and there isn't any here.
I want people... conversation,
Emily
