So yeah, first few days of uni and everything is all fine and dandy. Everyone likes talking about themselves so there was a good period where facts were stretched, anecdotes stolen and various other lies occured. The delight of parental restricitions resulted in the expected splurge of cash into things like alcohol, alcohol, new shoes and some more alcohol.
After a few days of this we've earned a bit of a break and so came Sunday which Douglas Adams described as 'The long dark teatime of the soul'. A grand exoddus of best friends, buddies, girlfriends, boyfriends, parents, grandparents, long lost aunties and general well wishers trekked across the country to spend time with their relatives who until then didn't realise what an integrel part of the family unit a grumpy and solitary teenager was.
Oh, everyone except mine.
Admittedly I didn't ask for them to come as I'm not feeling remotely homesick but you couldn't help feel a wee bit sad at all this love flowing and you not getting a slice (Please excuse the mixed metaphor).
And so I spent a lonely day weaping into my Frosties. Tell a lie, it was great meeting everyones loved ones and telling them EXACTLY how much they had had to drink.
