Because I’m Too Tired To Write A Real Post…

I don’t think I thought about university life enough before it actually began for me.  Some of the things I have learned so far have been quite shocking.  Here’s the shortlist, for your enjoyment.

1) The washing machines cost £1.60 to use, but don’t take 10p coins.  How ridiculous is that?

2) My sense of humour is not shared by, erm, anyone.

3) They say people aren’t allowed to sleep on your bedroom floor, but they don’t really mean it.

4) It does, in fact, take more than one pot to cook a meal.

5) It’s actually relatively easy to go to bed at 3am and get up for 9am…but, why bother, when you could just stay awake all night?

6) What Mr B said all those months ago was true.  Making friends at uni is easy. 

7) Everyone now thinks I’m an arrogant student, no matter how many times I tell them that I know as little now as I did a month ago.  I think I’ll just start playing to this stereotype, you know.

Fresher’s week is totally pointless…and the word “freshers” is really annoying.  When somebody asks me, “Are you a fresher?”, I make a voodoo doll with their face on it, and stick pins in its eyes.

9) Be careful when crossing the road in Belfast.  It’s not like being in the country, you know.

10) City lights make it difficult to sleep.  I need black-out curtains.

And so, it starts all over again…

Billybrid is back, baby!!

1984

‘At the time when it happens,’ she had said, ‘you do mean it.’ He had meant it. He had not merely said it, he had wished it. He had wished that she and not he should be delivered over to the –

Something changed in the music that trickled from the telescreen. A cracked and jeering note, a yellow note, came into it. And then — perhaps it was not happening, perhaps it was only a memory taking on the semblance of sound — a voice was singing:

‘Under the spreading chestnut tree

I sold you and you sold me –’

The tears welled up in his eyes. A passing waiter noticed that his glass was empty and came back with the gin bottle.