I actually have no idea where time is going, at the same time feeling that time is going really slowly…strange much? Maybe it’s because I’m doing quite a lot of stuff at the moment, whilst counting the days until the 20th, which is when Andy is coming to visit.

So I’ve had lectures and seminars as usual this week. On Tuesday I went to The Warsaw Diner in town for the Polish Society Social. I got to taste a lot of Polish food, which was interesting (and surprisingly nice, if a little on the greasy side). Also, I got to chat to Laura who I haven’t seen for a while so that’s cool. On Wednesday I went to the Community Action induction (so I can do volunteering work through uni), and met lots of lovely people. Wednesday night I went to the cinema with Richard and saw Children Of Men, which was good if slightly freaky Thursday I met Sarah at the library before lectures, then we went to the theatre to see Sing Yer Heart Out For The Lads. Again, good, if a little freaky in the way it overtly addresses racism and violence. Perhaps the freakiest thing, however, was the fact that I happened to book seats right next to the girl that Sarah and I hate the most in our year. She’s just incredibly irritating and blah. But luckily the theatre was emptyish where we were and we moved seats during the interval. Yesterday I got the train home (I was stressed because I missed a bus and thought I would miss the train too, but I made it by about 5 minutes). Worryingly, I overhead the following conversation:

Old Woman 1: Ohh, this is the way we go when we go to London!
Old Woman 2: Oh, so it is!

Now for those of you who a) are unfamiliar with British geography or b) unfamiliar with my travelling from home to my parents’, here’s a little background. I was travelling from Nottingham, which is roughly in the middle of the country. Manchester, where we were headed, is in the north west of the country. London is in the south east. We could not have been going any more in the opposite direction. I find it rather worrying that these people had reached the age they had (probably late 60s at the youngest) without grasping the rough directions of two of England’s biggest cities. I just thanked God they got off at Sheffield, because at Sheffield the train pulls in, switches lines, then pulls out in the ‘same’ direction, which is confusing enough for normal people Later, I heard an argument break out between two strangers about whether the train was headed for Manchester or Liverpool, only being settled by a third stranger to tell them that it went to both Manchester and Liverpool. Sometimes I wonder how people manage to buy tickets/find their way onto the train in the first place.

When I finally arrived at home, I got greeted by my family in their various ways (ranging from kisses to ?Pom pissing on my feet with excitement). It’s nice being looked after for a couple of days and seeing everyone again. I’ve been shopping twice, and today we picked up my new TV from my dad’s friend. I’ve met him once that I remember, the first time being last year when I got my laptop from him. The first thing he said to me was, ‘Have you lost weight?’, which threw me so much I nearly fell over in shock. I expect comments about my weight from females, and generally people who haven’t seen me for ages. Added to that is the fact that I’ve been gaining rather than losing, possibly something to do with the supposed 10 pounds or so that students apparently gain in their first year, and also a whole summer of not going to the gym *shrugs* Also, it was kind of embarrassing, seeing as I was with my dad and cousin at the time. I’m just hoping the scales at home are wrong, lol. But I somehow doubt they are

My sister went to a couple of open days today, since she’s starting sixth form college (roughly 16-18 year olds) next year. One of the colleges she went to see was my old college, so I went along to see how it’s changed, see a couple of old teachers etc. I ended up talking to prospective students, talking about the history and geography courses etc. lol. I did get the chance to catch up with two or three of my old teachers though, and found out that a couple of them know some of my teachers from high school which is rather weird. Sooo by then my family had got tired of waiting for me, so I walked back instead of getting a lift with them. I spent this evening watching The X Factor (those Scottish brothers who I’ve nicknamed ‘Frodo and Friend’ really really need to leave. Soon.), and Ant and De’cs Saturday Night Takeaway. Tomorrow my dad is driving me back to Notts and doing a few jobs like finishing off setting up the alarm, setting up the TV, hanging a few mirrors. I really need to take some pictures of the house soon because there are none up in the gallery yet!

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