Home again!

I decided that just because I’m home there is no reason not to keep up with doing this. So here’s what I have been up to since I left my new home and returned to my old one.

Its lovely to be home but its also very weird. Homes much bigger than Uni but there are many less people. I don’t miss my friends much yet but I’m sure that I will soon! Its been nice just hanging out with Mum and Ruth in the living room or just having the what has become a luxury of a bath or lying on a sofa. The oddest thing about being home is one that I did not see coming, I’m finding my bed too big! It affected my sleeping a bit when I first got back, just like my single bed at Uni did when I first got there but I am getting used to it again.

Its also nice to catch up with old friends, I went to see David on Sunday, played with Izzy all day on Monday when Becky came to visit and am off to the pub with some college friends this evening, then I guess it is almost Christmas!

I'm Alive

I’m Alive; I’ve been not very well and hence the complete lack of contact with the outside world, in fact I have had very little contact with my housemates as I have just been feeling rotten and they have been very nice and checked on me occasionally but on the whole left me to sleep. And sleep I did, I lost the whole of Sunday, which has screwed me over royally in a body clock kinda way, and I generally have not been very well.

I am better now so no worries but am deeply ensconced in the hells of revision as well as the whole saying goodbye to friends as people leave for the holidays so expect contact to be sporadic till Saturday evening or so.

But I put it in the drier!

My room looks ridiculous at the time of writing this. I did my laundry and then paid a pound to have it dried. An hour later I return to find all my clothes are still wet. Now I’m not going to pay another pound and have the same thing possibly happen to me again. So now all my wet clothes are hanging around my room, hanging off open doors, my shelves, my curtain rail, my radiator and pinned by their labels to my notice board. So it’s like a clothes jungle in here, and it smells slightly damp, which is sad :(

In slightly less wet news I had a nice week and feel semi-prepared for my exam as I have now seen a practice paper and it’s not as scary as I thought. My last lecture for the term is tomorrow then it is off into town to finish my Christmas shopping!

A Quiet Weekend.

It’s been a quiet weekend this weekend. I took it off as I had already written it off from my schedule as I was unsure whether or not I would be in Scotland with Ben Lairig. So I had a free weekend and rather than using it to revise, as I have another 2 weeks to do that, I decided to chill.

On Saturday I was lucky enough to be invited out to lunch with my friend Laurence and his Mum, who was up shopping in York. We ate in the Café Rouge and it was really nice and good to get to know a bit more about a friend. We then came back home about 4 o’clock and I had a bit of a quiet afternoon reading a book and catching up with my e-mails. Then at 6.30 Rob knocked my door and declared that he ‘couldn’t be arsed to cook’ and knowing that I ‘was never arsed to cook’ would I like to go out to a pub for a bit of good food. So the six of us (we found some others) decamped to the Punch Bowl for a meal as I like to drink there and the food is meant to be good.

It probably is good, as the place was absolutely rammed with people, but we didn’t get to find out, as the place was rammed with people. So we went out in the town and once again ‘My Knowledge of Pubs’ was called upon once more. Unfortunately my knowledge is pretty limited when it comes to ‘not drinking’ and more ‘eating’ in them. Luckily I remembered that the Old White Swan did Sausages at the very least. As we had been in the cold for a while by that point we went there. And they did nice food, and good beer and it was warm. We then decamped back to the same Beer Festival that caused my Hangover/Red Bull Death but lesson learnt I drank in moderation and a good time was had by all. There was live music that night as it was the end of the beer festival and so we rung up the rest of our friends and settled in for the night.

I woke up at about 12.45 the next morning and went straight to the canteen for a carvery with some of my housemates (still not arsed to cook and also wanting a good meal). It was very nice and we chatted over a good roast beef dinner. I then came home after a good feed and slept again….till 6.30 were upon I then got up and made a spaghetti bolognaise before going to see The Matrix at the student cinema.

An unproductive but great weekend!

Wired!

Its Midnight as I write this and I Can’t sleep. Normally I wouldn’t be thinking of sleep for at least another few hours, but I know it will be hard to come by tonight and I am honest to god tired as well. Unfortunately I am also wired in the mind as well and have a case of the jitters a junkie would be proud of. How did I reach this most in-between and odd of states is a tale of its own.

Wednesday nights are always lively for me as anyone who has ever had more than a cursory glance at this blog has probably worked out for themselves. That is the day that I go out with the guys and gals from Ben Lairig the uni’s hill walking club. This Wednesday was no different; we set off from campus with the idea of sampling a few pubs before going on to a bar were some friends were playing a charity gig in aid of Asian bears or something.

We got to our usual first stop, the Rook and Gaskill just outside of the city walls and then didn’t leave it till the gig started at 11, all other thoughts of moving on having fled from our minds when we discovered that they were in the midst of a real-ale festival and had a boggling 30 beers on offer. However the star of the evening was a lethal cider called Moonshine that was about 7.5% but tasted like apple juice, no hint of its true nature and a warning on its pump to boot! So things got lively….again and we went to see some quality local bands then we all stumbled home. (I almost got lost again but managed to turn round within the city walls this time so there is proof that I had learnt a lesson there)

A lesson I seemed doomed to never learn however is that a lot of alcohol means a hangover and I woke up with one of near biblical proportions this morning. I dragged myself to my pre-paid breakfast and while it didn’t hurt it certainly didn’t help either. Then out of nowhere my phone alerted me to a text “Red Bull 30p with today’s telegraph it proclaimed” So off I ran to the Uni shop and got 3 telegraphs (we are going to use them to wrap our presents in) The 3 I had over the hour took the edge off of my headache but also skewed my decision making process as when my friends got back and found out about the offer they ran off to get some too. And so did I, 4 in fact with the mistaken belief that if 3 Red Bulls made me feel a bit better then 4 more should ‘cure me’

They did.

But they also gave me the jitters and affected me to the point were they seemed to slow down time and I am also wired more than I have ever been. And it seems there is no near end in site. My body is exhausted but as the length of this shows my mind is no were near ready for bed. Another lesson learned I guess! Never buy lots of Red Bull just because it’s free with the 30p telegraph. And if you do there’s no rule that says you have to drink it all at once.

It Is Indeed That Time

In response to Ruth's Christmas Spirit:

I brought a Tree on Monday evening.

It cost a pound and is really nice.

That is all.

It’s Blog Time!!!

A non-specific update this time round, there has been no one single event worthy of noting down but I looked over my activities on the weekend and realised that I have indeed been up to a fair amount of stuff.

Well, kind off, Saturday was a bit of a write off if I’m being honest as I didn’t get up in the day at all, I stayed up late the Friday night sorting out who I was going to live with next year and generally talking to my mates and did not get to bed till 7am Saturday morning. I then slept right through till 3.45pm in the afternoon, meaning that I hadn’t really seen the sun. I spent the rest of the day generally having a ‘duvet day’ and not getting up to much.

On the Sunday however I went on a 7 mile walk through ‘heartbeat country’ with my mate Laurence and it was a really nice day. We were out with the rest of the college but found them to slow to be honest and after a long time of being at the front without trying we asked what our end destination and departure time were and struck off on our own.

Today (Monday) it turned out that I had handed in the wrong essay by mistake and that my essay was technically ‘late’ however the nice lady on the reception was on my side and said she would see that I wasn’t penalised for ‘stupidity’ which was nice! It had turned out I had signed the sign in sheet and then left the newly marked Accessing Archaeology essay that I had JUST picked up on her desk on the Friday instead of my newest one, which explained why I had found it in my bag on the Saturday night. Lesson learned there!