The Best/Worst Morning

I've had in a serious while.

Reason why it’s good: I successfully managed to move in to campus, I met loads of people yesterday, everyone’s incredibly open and nice, and despite staying out for quite a long while yesterday, I’m not hung-over. 

Reason why it’s bad: Yesterday, I was awake from 8 am, ‘til roughly 6 am, and the only thing I ate, all day, was a white bred roll-thing (sort of like the whitest rundstykke you’ve ever come across) and an apple. I’m not joking. So right now, I’m so hungry I can barely move and I’m in a serious deal of pain. (And the mattress is impossibly uncomfortable. It's a good, old spring mattress, I'm getting a mattress topper today). 

So, right now, I’m hoping to distract my hunger by writing and then manage a couple hours more sleep before I go out to get food. 

I’m not awake enough to go into detail, but here you go, the quick-ish version of what happened yesterday:

I woke at 8am. A taxi I ordered the day before came and picked me up 9.15, and I managed to move rather painlessly in to campus. Throughout the day my flatmates appeared; Toria, Leah, Stefan, Inês, Daniella, Steph, Lucas, and then two other girls who haven’t arrived yet. We sat around talking most of the day, and being generally busy with the new place. 

At 8.15 pm, we all went out to the Student Union (they’re having a party every night this week, and yesterday was “the social network” – get to know everyone and meet people). I met Harriet, a girl from my course who I’ve had loads of contact with on facebook for a while, and we managed to find the rest of our classmates. 

We went from the Student Union, to a pub called The Alex, then back to the SU, then we went to Dean’s (guy from my course) campus flat around 11-12. Originally it was supposed to be stage combatants only, all three years, but it sort of escalated from there. Then we went to some guy called DJ’s, around 2, because he and some other people had a house. And so far, throughout the evening and night, I’d met loads of people, only a couple few of which I remember the name of now, but I’ll probably have a new go at it later. 

Around 3 am, Dean, Lucas and I went back to campus. Dean didn’t really want to leave, but we were all pretty knackered after moving in and all that had happened that day, so we left. Lucas hasn’t got his bedding yet (it’s being sent in the post or something or other), so I borrowed him my extra pillow (‘cause I’d bought a two pack) and my fleece blanket. 

But, we went home at 3, so how did I end up being awake ‘til 6, you ask? Well, Lucas talked me into “borrowing” some hot chocolate powder from someone’s cupboard (we’ll replace it, relax) and we sat drinking hot cocoa and talking for the next hours. His room is right across the hallway from mine, and out of the ten people in our flat, we’re the only combatants; the other are world performance students, so the two of us are heavily outnumbered. 

Right before I went to bed I found three big bloody spiders (I’m never leaving my window open again), that Lucas squashed into the carpet floor of my room. Wonderful. You can’t see it now, but I refuse to step on that bit of my floor ever again.