rockin'
19th December 2003, 11:42 pm

i'm home for a month... it still feels kind've surreal. last night we all got plastered, well everyone bar me (for reasons i'll explain in the next entry, don't want to right now), and things got all gooey and sentimental. me, matt and mel were sat up in matt's room, eating quality streets and after eights, talking about how weird it all was, and how much we were going to miss everyone. everyone then got too drunk, and involved me almost carrying mel to the bathroom in case she was sick, and then carrying her back to her room, lying her down and then keeping her awake until she'd sobered up a little. this was broken up with emily reminding us of how crappy boys were, and dave popping in every now and again to give us an update on his being-sick total. at about half one in the morning i finally forced myself to move and go do a bit of packing, before collapsing into bed and falling asleep.

i got up at nine o'clock and finished packing, dancing along to n*e*r*d at the same time. em arrived and we sat watching kilroy for a bit (very poor edition today), before deciding it was high time mel got up. we sat in the corridor eating breakfast, not wanting to go to lectures at all, until finally it was half ten, and me and mel had to motor. i said a final goodbye to em, as i she'd be gone when i got back, and then went to meet amy, feeling a little weird and a little sentimental.

mbb154 was so boring and pointless i can't physically describe it. i will, however, point out that fantastic dr mcdonald squashed two lectures into one, so that we ran over by ten minutes. i was so bored i thought i was actually going to die.

came home, bought some lunch and finished the last of the packing, like stripping my bed. there's something very poignant about stripping your bed. matt was the first to leave, and i got a big matt hug, and it was all very sad, even though i'll be seeing him during christmas at some point, as he's only down in stockport. we then all watched out of my window to see him pull out of the carpark - he played Driving Home For Christmas, our group's theme song, on the highest volume with the window down, and it was also highly poignant - and waved manically.

guy was next to leave, so i got a guy hug, and we watched and waved out of my window again. then came a very slow hour and a half filled with me looking out of the window for my dad (he was delayed by an hour and half cos of the horrendous traffic), lots of christmas songs and swapping of email addresses. hannah drew festive things on everything she could get her hands on (milk cartons, advent calendars, pasta sauce bottles) and dave read me and mel bits of the express, so massive fun all round. my dad then arrived, so i ran full tilt downstairs, gave him a hug and a kiss, took him back upstairs and grabbed all my stuff. we did it in one trip, go us!

my dad went to get a coffee, and i headed upstairs to lock up my room and say the final big goodbye. emily had arrived back by then, which was fantastic, so i turned off all my plugs, locked the window, turned off the light and locked the door. gave everyone a massive hug (vicky, emily, mel, hannah and dave) and went down to get my coffee, feeling increasingly more sentimental. we drank up, i handed in my key and swipe, and then we went back to the car. they were all looking out of mel's window, and waved me off in style.

but saying all that it's still fantastic to be home. i've got to see the cats, have a bath and eat decent fruit already, so what can tomorrow hold? no seriously, it's lovely being back, still a little weird, but lovely. going to miss people off g floor excessively though, but i think we're planning on a big meet-up sometime in january, so it's not all bad.

i'm really pleased with how things have worked out friends-wise at uni. i couldn't ask for a better group of friends; they're all fantastic and i love them to bits. sheffield, uni and g floor most certainly rock.

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