But why is the rum GONE? (Silvia)
I just watched Pirates of the Caribbean. Jack Sparrow makes me laugh and Johnny Depp is pure magic to watch. I’m a big fan of pirates, especially with the pistols they carry—very fancy!
Anyway, my bag is packed, I am jumping up and down in anticipation and I keep looking at the clock, wishing it was seven in the morning. Yes, finally, finally, FINALLY it’s time go back to uni!
“Crazy girl,” I hear you say. “Who wants to go back to school?”
Yes, I am slightly nuts. But as you can see, I haven’t written anything for the past month or so—that’s because NOTHING has happened. Without uni, there is simply no action and when there is no action, life is very boring. *nods wisely*
Another thing I’m looking forward to is later starts this semester! I won’t be waking up at six in the morning for eight am starts. No sir, this semester, my earliest class is nine o’clock! I can sleep for an extra hour *weeps in joy*
Ohhhh, I can’t wait to see Bez and Hugo again! I have to give them great, big, monster bear smothering hugs when I see them again. You know the type—when you haven’t seen someone in forever and the second you lay eyes on them, a wicked grin spreads across your face, you sprint the remaining distance and tackle them like a pro rugby player, laughing and screaming and hoping the two of you won’t fall over. It sounds a bit extreme, but in the two month holiday, I haven’t seen them once and that’s just too long for me. No amount of facebooking, texting of MSNing makes up for face-to-face.
I really should have met up with them, but I just couldn’t be bothered organising another event. I was already doing a picnic (A picnic because it doesn’t involve money. Hello, poor uni students here!) and that turned out slightly disastrous. We weren’t familiar with the public transport and we arrived one and a half hours late. Not good, especially when others had to leave early. However, the sun shined, the food was good and the playground was filled with screeching children. Lovely, simply lovely.
Other than that and a catch-up with Emily (the girl who gave me the mini-bandaid years ago), I haven’t been out much. I’ve gone out of the house about four times. Four out of about fifty days. Eight percent of my holidays. Yeah, I’m not a very let’s-go-shopping-to-spend-all-our-money-go-clubbing-later-get-totally-smashed-and-do-embarassing-stuff type of person. Maybe in the future when every last ribbon of my dignity has been shredded 😉 Joking, I’m joking.
Oh hey, I just remembered, I got my semester one results back. Uh, let’s just say I passed.
“How well did you pass?” You ask suspiciously and I shrink into the corner, quietly sobbing and rocking back and forth in the foetal position.
I think I’ll leave that to your imaginations! I’ll give you one clue though: this semester WILL be different. I swear to the gods of education and motivation I will work hard this semester!!!
Oh good grief. Feel that chilly breeze? Yeah, train ticket prices have shot through the roof and now all the cold, winter air is flowing in.
Till next time (when something totally awesome happens)
~Silvia