another year

Monday, Week 3. Life as a 2^nd year has started, and I can already feel that it’s gonna be a lot tougher than the last. Unfortunately, my bed this year is also much comfier than last year. This could prove to be a problematic correlation. However, we won’t know for sure ‘til August some time, so we won't worry about that just yet...

I’m not going to bore you with Fresher’s Week stories; nobody wants to hear about a silly fresher throwing up on me, do they? Or the fact that last Fresher’s Week I got thrown up on too?! Seriously, is it third time lucky? I’m already on edge for next year. 

So the most exciting news, for all those avid Furness College netball fans, is that we are getting netball dresses this year! Oh yeah, we are going to look professional. In these cheeky numbers I’m not even bothered if we lose, ‘cos we’ll look so hot in the process. For those of you that know me well, you’ll know this isn’t true. I’m ridiculously competitive. I once fell out with my little brother over a game of Cluedo, and no I wasn’t young and foolish, I think it was last Christmas...But NONETHELESS, we will look ace, and I will be a proud Vice. 

Speaking of competitiveness, we have an ongoing contest in my house at this moment in time. The toilet roll contest. One of my housemates, who I won’t name for legal reasons but whom I promise is reasonably normal and doesn’t often suggest criminal activities for us all to engage in, thought it would be a good idea to start acquiring toilet rolls from the university campus. And of course this is a wonderful idea, as toilet roll usage is a constant menace in a house full of girls with many visitors. I am currently 3^rd in the table with 5 rolls. I plan to improve this.

By the way, our house is lush. (I’ve been asked by someone to reintroduce that word into my vocabulary so there you go.) It’s a bit rough around the edges, but aren’t we all? Of course stairs to the cellar would be nice Mr Landlord. In wonderful news though, a stray kitten appears to have adopted our backyard. Hooray! We’ve christened it Helena, after our darling Austrian friend, who enjoys skanking food off other people, just like this scavenger kitty.  I keep meaning to post pictures, of the kitten and many other things but I still don’t have a blasted camera! Also my room isn’t finished yet as I am awaiting the arrival of my desk. When that’s here, supposedly tomorrow, I will finish my picture putty upping and dazzle y’all with the beauty of my humble abode. Perhaps.

I would apologise for the unspecific nature of this blog but this appears to be the genre I’ve casually set up camp in so I feel I can no longer justify an apology. To be fair, if you don’t like it, don’t read it hey! Wish that would extend to my degree...Thomas Hardy’s Return of The Native is looming over me like a thundercloud bursting with excessive scenery descriptions. What an awful analogy. Ah well, it’s late! In fact my desk is now technically scheduled to arrive today, how delightful. Night night. Here's a lullaby for you, one of my favourite songs from one of my favourite bands, can't get this out of my head at the moment. It's befitting.

Hibernation

Boy oh boy, have I been a hermit. This week, I house sat for my Dad and his girlfriend whilst they jetted off to Portugal and for a while I was worried for my sanity. My Dad basically lives in the middle of nowhere, so I genuinely didn’t talk to a person in the flesh for 60 hours at one point and this had serious repercussions. I suffered from mood swings and baked an excessive amount. And baking when you’re the only person in the house is a terrible shout! Luckily, I’ve been walking the dogs twice a day, so avoided gaining a muffin top.

I’m feeling pretty smug, ‘cos if there was any time in which I’d have welcomed an out of season heat wave, it would be this week, the week I’m stranded in the countryside, confined to animal company. So I spent 3 afternoons in the glorious September sunshine and received many a nettle sting braving short shorts on the Yorkshire moors.

 

In supremely exciting news, I have found my favourite book which had been lost for over a year and I obviously read it this week, (once again neglecting my uni reading list, eek!) It’s not a typical example of a book I would read, it’s semi auto-biographical and not considered a classic but it’s by the legendary zoologist Gerald Durrell and I adore it. It’s based in Corfu, and the first time I read it I was on holiday in Corfu and it has stuck with me ever since. The characters in it feel like old friends and each chapter like a fond memory.

Slight claim to fame regarding Durrell, my Mum’s karate teacher was his nephew. Oh yeah, impressive stuff.

I quite like my own company, but this week proved too much for me and made me reaffirm the view that I do like people and therefore I’ve been looking forward to the reunion between me and my university girls this Sunday. Our house may not have an oven, or stairs to the cellar, but there is a matching tea, coffee and sugar set, and that will do us just fine. 

Despite being precariously close to my overdraft and on the eve of my second freshers week, I bought two CD’s this week. The first was Blink 182’s first album in 7 years, which proves not to be the careless Blink of old, but the product of experience and life, a lot less chipper. Despite the change I am a big fan of the album and some tracks are truly haunting. In great contrast, the other was The Kinks Greatest Hits, which I feel complemented the weather perfectly, and I shall leave you with my song of the week, Sunny Afternoon.