I've just about recovered from Thursday night although I'm still terribly knackered (the highest-order mathematics I could do today was adding two prices together and nearly fainting at their sum). I am in the process of switching e-mail addresses and look forward to informing everyone of my new home on the internet (but don't get all excited - it's really not that different from my old address. New year, new everything etc). My washer-dryer is currently gurgling as it's being filled up with water and soap suds. The scent of Fairy washing powder is lovely and comforting. My new jeans are in the wash. I like quiet weekends in.
My friends and I are starting to realise that we no longer have all that much time together anymore - the realisation that final exams are four months away and the thought of graduation looming ahead is actually rather frightening. Although we've always been a close knit group, we never did start socialising properly until the end of second year. First year saw us testing the waters, trying to establish as many contacts as we could possibly fit on our mobile address books, and not really developing anything deeper than that. I personally was preoccupied with my now ex-boyfriend which didn't leave much time for anything else. In second year we nearly drowned in work, I went through a difficult breakup, and was not getting on with my flatmate (Fat Cow) - second year was hell to say the least. But now, in our final year, our timetables couldn't be better, and we are finally getting to know each other the way we ought to have done two years ago.
Bloody hell. It's already been two years? Didn't I just get here...yesterday?
L'Esthete @ 22:41
