3:27 pm - 15 September 2009
Heavy boots.
I wrote this yesterday, but I was so knackered and hassled that I forgot to post it. This is because of the fabulous delight and wonder known to the academic world as Freshers. For those of you lucky enough not to have experienced Freshers, it is, in its basic form, thousands and thousands of eighteen year old's arriving at university for the first time and being really annoying. I also realised that this weekend is also the tenth anniversary of me moving to Wales to go to uni, and now I think about that, I feel ancient...Anyway, everything else here, I wrote yesterday.
I had strange heavy, head muddling dreams last night. I woke up feeling unsure of everything, and sad in a really vague way . My traitorous iPod seems to be in on the joke as well, playing confusing, discordant and melancholy tunes all the way in. Everything seems difficult today, and not just because its Monday. S is back in work tomorrow and I have no idea how to keep up the self preservation techniques I have finely honed over the last fortnight. The best option really would be to hide under a blanket until this fug lifts, but sadly (for me and the world) this is very not an option. We also switched back to term time opening hours, so I have an extra two hours a day to be bothered by idiots. I'm not really in a bad mood today, just a bit of an odd one I suppose.
Anyway, lets change the subject quickly before anyone notices. The Meeting Of The Parents went very smoothly. There were no awful silences or controversial topics of conversation and no one got drunk and embarrassed themselves (definitely a possible scenario, even if just for me and MB, alcohol simply was the only way to deal with the stress hea) Cooking for six people was much more stressful, and I cannot believe that people do this for their families on a regular basis. So much fussing! The combination of stress, frantic house cleaning and several glasses of afternoon wine meant that by the time everyone had left at 4ish, all we were any good for was lying pathetically on the sofa and following my announcement on Friday that I have lost my hard drinking skillz, I can now also tell you that I appear to have fast forwarded to old age (taking MB with me) as we were both asleep by 9pm. Rock and roll!
I know I said I was going to cut down, but if I may allow myself just one small bus related grumble? I think my most hated bus thing of all must be when they stop at a random bus top and sit there for five minutes "making up time". How can you have time to make up, you are always late?! The sodding bus I was on yesterday did it twice, both times too far away from my stop for me to get off, but there is always someone who sits on the bus for the five/ten minutes we are "making up time" and then gets off at the next stop. And they are always fit and healthy people who could have walked the pathetically small distance in about half the time we just sat and waited. Why are people so lazy? Why are buses so crap? And why can't I stop sneezing? Isn't allergy season over yet?
