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spoiler alert: I’m probably not going to be blogging much this weekend either. I know, I’m horrible and deserve to be banned from the circle of letter-blogging, but please do not ban me, I promise I’ll do my best.
since this week not too much has been happening, I will recap it all in one big post.
I left Manchester on Monday morning, having carfully calculated to be back in Notts in time for my 3pm lecture – just to decide halfway along the train ride that, you know what, why not just skip it. So I did and went home instead and later Squirrel Minion of Darkness came by and I finally made that chicken.
Tuesday, nothing really significant happened, except/ even though it was my birthday, which I spent helping my study group with their into German, flyering for the comedy night on Wednesday and going to the rehearsal workshop. All in all not bad, just very, very uneventful.
Wednesday was for some reason absolutely chaotic. It began with almost (but not quite) being late for morning lectures and no breakfast, to getting home and receiving a text to come help flyering please, so I went straight out the house again and then decided that it would be too stressful to go back home and then back to uni again, so I hung around uni with Squirrel Minion, watching him do pre-labs until it was time to prepare the Den for the show. I hadn’t changed either, which annoyed me a lot because I wasn’t too keen on performing in a skirt, but that’s what you get for being lazy. The show went surprisingly well and was a lot of fun, most of the things that had gone kind of wrong during rehearsal somehow worked out on stage and everyone had a great time. And semi-drunk, deep conversations are the best company for the walk home.
Thursday got lost between a lecture and an extended power nap, which led to me almost being late for our Christmas Formal, which I had been looking forward to so much. Dressing up and singing Christmas songs and fooling around while eating junk food, what better way to spend an evening! I was as much happy as surprised to find Stu had come down early and was there too, waiting to be filled in on everything. It was a great night, with laughter and shattered glass and awards and bleeding noses and slut-dropping and napkins converted to mistletoes and a tiny moment of wonderfulness. And then melancholy, when it hit me that my time here is almost over and I don’t know what I will do when it is…