I have just realised that I never considered catching a train down to Birmingham. What was I thinking? It would be so much cheaper and less stressful to sit on a train for four hours, and, when I think about it, I really am rather fond of trains. Being the masochist I am, I just checked the fares. Kill me.
Yes, it's going to be one of those blogs where I talk about inane topics such as my fondness of trains. Or maybe not.
My weekend was nothing short of amazing. Friday night was a good way to start it off, although nothing too exciting. When we got to Cheesy Pop, I spent the night running around the QMU, flitting between friends in different groups, repeatedly bumping into people I vaguely know at various points and hugging them, that kind of thing. I drank minimal amounts of alcohol, won a competition in which I had to tear a piece of paper into the shape of a penis behind my back, saw Ben for the first time in too long, spent less than £10 and managed to retain all of my belongings. I think Friday night can be declared a success.
Saturday night was spent entirely sober. I hung out with friends. We watched Amelie, which just so happens to be one of my favourite movies. We spent some time on Skype to Oliver, being nerds and laughing at dorky things. I went down to library and had intelligent conversation with some people, and finally made my way to bed, feeling awesome, at around 4:30am. Time well spent, if you ask me.
As with Saturday, I woke up at about 4pm on Sunday. We went shopping, procured alcohol and got rather merry. Not much more needs to be said about that.
Despite all of my homesickness, this weekend has really helped me to feel like I belong here; like I fit in. I have made some amazing friends to say the least, and I continue to meet new people and get to know unlikely others. I may pine for the comforts of home, but I love this city and this experience, and I don't regret running 300 miles away to get my education.
It's now Thursday. I went to the gym yesterday and I think it was probably the beginning of the end - I'm going to become one of those gym addicts, I know it. "Monster woman" (thanks Eugene) will soon become She Hulk herself.
Things I Miss: My bath. Showers are great and all, but sometimes you just need to lie in a pool of hot water and unwind.
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I liked the Skype part, it had me in it!
ReplyDeleteIt was good times. Good times.
Sinéad you should talk to me more, as I'm clearly entertaining to talk to.
I HAD TO RESORT TO INTERNET EXPLORER TO POST THIS!