I'm getting itchy feet.
Maybe it's the rain, which at the moment is horizontally sheeting through this town.
Maybe it's through boredom. I am honestly sick of staring at these four walls. I keep shifting my furniture around so I get a different perspective of my rom every few weeks.
Maybe it's because JB went travelling through Eastern Europe without me in the summer, and I wanted to go but couldn't due to work reasons ( I needed the money).
Maybe it's because he won't shut up about it, and how brilliant it was.
Maybe it's because I have been filling in a shit-load of paperwork in preparation for my year abroad, and its seems so long to wait.
Maybe because all those at my uni who are doing three languages are leaving after christmas and wil be away for eighteen months.
Maybe, just maybe, it's because I'm learning languages and about new cultures, and I want to go. NOW.
Sunday 10 December 2006
post six - nothingness
It isn't nothingness in a bad way - like the way you feel after a break up.
It's nothingness in the way that, I have done absoloutely nothing today.
I woke up, saw the rain sheeting down outside, and made a conscience desision to not move for the entire day.
Therefore, except to use bathroom facilites and to cook food, I have not left my room.
I am still in pyjamas (well, little shorts bought in LeClerc and a t-shirt from Step-Gran with 'Florida' on it).
Although, I have written 300 words of a French rédaction on the benefits of work experience.
So, my time hasn't been completed wasted.*
*notice how I used 3 conjunction to start my sentences. I'll be using 'and' next. I was good at grammar at school. Look what university did to me.
It's nothingness in the way that, I have done absoloutely nothing today.
I woke up, saw the rain sheeting down outside, and made a conscience desision to not move for the entire day.
Therefore, except to use bathroom facilites and to cook food, I have not left my room.
I am still in pyjamas (well, little shorts bought in LeClerc and a t-shirt from Step-Gran with 'Florida' on it).
Although, I have written 300 words of a French rédaction on the benefits of work experience.
So, my time hasn't been completed wasted.*
*notice how I used 3 conjunction to start my sentences. I'll be using 'and' next. I was good at grammar at school. Look what university did to me.
Wednesday 6 December 2006
post five - birthdays and hypochondriacs
It was my birthday at the weekend.
Not quite a landmark; sort of in between actually; but then, you are only 20 once. Though the actual day itself was a total wash out.
At around 12pm, HP, my lovely american flatmate, rolls in from her 'night away'. She takes a shower, and then decides that she needs to go to A&E. Right now.
So we wait. And wait. And wait. For 3 long hours. Of course, you have to take into account that HP isn't used to waiting. In the States you see, you pay and get seen immediately. She turned into one of those irritating people in Casualty or Holby City who bug the nurses for attention every five minutes. To be fair to her, a person with a suspected broken toe (it turned out to be 'just a stub') was seen before her, and she was having chest pains.
When we got home, I readied myself for a night out while she called her mother to bitch and moan about the hospital system in the UK. Didn't bother mentioning that healthcare is free over here.
I went out without her, got very drunk and wasn't quite sure where I ended up. Think cocktails were consumed at sone point. I learned the next day that we got thrown out of Wetherspoons.
fantastic.
By the way, HP's illness? Toncillitis. Oh yes. The chest pains probably were related to the fact that, when she actually eats something, its a whole load of crap. Bless her. she knows that she is a pain in the arse.
Not quite a landmark; sort of in between actually; but then, you are only 20 once. Though the actual day itself was a total wash out.
At around 12pm, HP, my lovely american flatmate, rolls in from her 'night away'. She takes a shower, and then decides that she needs to go to A&E. Right now.
So we wait. And wait. And wait. For 3 long hours. Of course, you have to take into account that HP isn't used to waiting. In the States you see, you pay and get seen immediately. She turned into one of those irritating people in Casualty or Holby City who bug the nurses for attention every five minutes. To be fair to her, a person with a suspected broken toe (it turned out to be 'just a stub') was seen before her, and she was having chest pains.
When we got home, I readied myself for a night out while she called her mother to bitch and moan about the hospital system in the UK. Didn't bother mentioning that healthcare is free over here.
I went out without her, got very drunk and wasn't quite sure where I ended up. Think cocktails were consumed at sone point. I learned the next day that we got thrown out of Wetherspoons.
fantastic.
By the way, HP's illness? Toncillitis. Oh yes. The chest pains probably were related to the fact that, when she actually eats something, its a whole load of crap. Bless her. she knows that she is a pain in the arse.
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