the question is, do you?
Sep. 21st, 2005 02:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolGod, I'm so not keeping up, and hell, I'm so sorry.
It is 02.12 and I am in my room. On the internet. YEAH, BABY!
There's so much about the last few days I want to write, but my hands might actually fall of. They include three-legged pub crawls and collective cooking. However, I should probably start where I left last time.
Um, the house is mad and I love it. I really, really do. Thus far, random things involve the fact that we have a trolley and two traffic cones in the lounge, as well as a Monty Python poster, a weird one, and one that is LIEK WHOA. It's all just so random, you know? Today we organised a beach party, made a fire, had lots of alcohol, and then some of us sat around in the lounge and talked about stuff for hours. It's been the best evening, I think - lots of people and the entire house on the beach, including T'Other One - whose name is Salda after all. Interestingly, one of these random people is Josh, who I went to college with. I invited him to our mad beach party and he came along, and now he is adopted to the House 27 Crew. I think our house is beginning to get a reputation. We hang out of the kitchen window and talk to passing people, we're unofficially known as the whorehouse because, y'know, our other adopted guy is Alex who lives more or less in Katie's bedroom at the moment, Derya and Sarah are all over each other and apparanently I missed some good fun at the beach last night. We made a cake tonight, and decorated it, and it was all just crazy and I nearly cried with laughter, particularly when we ran around and drew chalk outlines around Josh in random places throughout Gatty. (The nickname for our admittingly scummy accommodation.) So entirely random.
It's not all fun and games, of course. The academic stuff is looking increasingly terrifying (I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT COURSES TO TAKE HELP ME PLEASE), and I have some really low points - last night was particularly awful, involving me quietly comfort eating myself into oblivion and crying and texting him and stuff, and this afternoon had some hairy moments too. If I stay busy, it does help, and being online now helps a lot more because I can e-mail and stuff. Huzzah!
So, now we've got the social stuff sorted, why not talk about St Andrews? It's beautiful, for a start - very small and insular, but with the most gorgeous architecture (EXCEPT WHERE I LIVE, ARGH) and really only three main streets with shops on and stuff. I spend most of my time (and money - alas!) in Tescos, though.
I did spend £65 on a hideous gown, I have to admit. I feel strangely fond of it now, though. It is red. It is bobbly. It is slightly too short as one that actually fitted would have cost £80 and really that's not good. A new one would have been £150. I THINK NOT. But now... I'm here, you know? I'm stuck here, and for the most part, I'm happy. Not all of me is - a big bit of me is missing and will stay missing for a few years, but the bit of me that is here is happy and will have to make do for now.
However! SEND ME MAIL. I want your post, people. Thus far, the only post we've had as house was cheese, sent to Katie. Seriously. Not kidding. Although we are scarily dependent on cheese. More than vodka. Sort of.
Anyway. I'm going to resist the urge to stay online through sheer novelty and instead, it's time for some sleep. I'm the unloucky sod with the first bout of fresher's flu and my head feels awful.
Also had half a bottle of wine and two bottles of beer. That sort of doesn't help. Nor with spelling.
Now, however, I am permanently online and I plan on getting back to the old updating schedule, because I miss you all and it's driving me mad that I'm not recording this properly and telling the world what's going on. And I may post sooner than expected, as my floor involves Katie and Alex and possibly Sarah and Derya. It's very strange and also involves me hiding my head under my pillow going "LALALA" because that's just two weird.
One piece of advice to anyone going to university - take some really comfy clothing that you feel happy and sfe in. If you're liable to homesickness, it can do the job. Oh, and self-caterers? Potato peeler and grater. Most useful things ever that everyone ignores normally. We had to buy both.
Right. Bed.
~Hathy_Col~
It is 02.12 and I am in my room. On the internet. YEAH, BABY!
There's so much about the last few days I want to write, but my hands might actually fall of. They include three-legged pub crawls and collective cooking. However, I should probably start where I left last time.
Um, the house is mad and I love it. I really, really do. Thus far, random things involve the fact that we have a trolley and two traffic cones in the lounge, as well as a Monty Python poster, a weird one, and one that is LIEK WHOA. It's all just so random, you know? Today we organised a beach party, made a fire, had lots of alcohol, and then some of us sat around in the lounge and talked about stuff for hours. It's been the best evening, I think - lots of people and the entire house on the beach, including T'Other One - whose name is Salda after all. Interestingly, one of these random people is Josh, who I went to college with. I invited him to our mad beach party and he came along, and now he is adopted to the House 27 Crew. I think our house is beginning to get a reputation. We hang out of the kitchen window and talk to passing people, we're unofficially known as the whorehouse because, y'know, our other adopted guy is Alex who lives more or less in Katie's bedroom at the moment, Derya and Sarah are all over each other and apparanently I missed some good fun at the beach last night. We made a cake tonight, and decorated it, and it was all just crazy and I nearly cried with laughter, particularly when we ran around and drew chalk outlines around Josh in random places throughout Gatty. (The nickname for our admittingly scummy accommodation.) So entirely random.
It's not all fun and games, of course. The academic stuff is looking increasingly terrifying (I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT COURSES TO TAKE HELP ME PLEASE), and I have some really low points - last night was particularly awful, involving me quietly comfort eating myself into oblivion and crying and texting him and stuff, and this afternoon had some hairy moments too. If I stay busy, it does help, and being online now helps a lot more because I can e-mail and stuff. Huzzah!
So, now we've got the social stuff sorted, why not talk about St Andrews? It's beautiful, for a start - very small and insular, but with the most gorgeous architecture (EXCEPT WHERE I LIVE, ARGH) and really only three main streets with shops on and stuff. I spend most of my time (and money - alas!) in Tescos, though.
I did spend £65 on a hideous gown, I have to admit. I feel strangely fond of it now, though. It is red. It is bobbly. It is slightly too short as one that actually fitted would have cost £80 and really that's not good. A new one would have been £150. I THINK NOT. But now... I'm here, you know? I'm stuck here, and for the most part, I'm happy. Not all of me is - a big bit of me is missing and will stay missing for a few years, but the bit of me that is here is happy and will have to make do for now.
However! SEND ME MAIL. I want your post, people. Thus far, the only post we've had as house was cheese, sent to Katie. Seriously. Not kidding. Although we are scarily dependent on cheese. More than vodka. Sort of.
Anyway. I'm going to resist the urge to stay online through sheer novelty and instead, it's time for some sleep. I'm the unloucky sod with the first bout of fresher's flu and my head feels awful.
Also had half a bottle of wine and two bottles of beer. That sort of doesn't help. Nor with spelling.
Now, however, I am permanently online and I plan on getting back to the old updating schedule, because I miss you all and it's driving me mad that I'm not recording this properly and telling the world what's going on. And I may post sooner than expected, as my floor involves Katie and Alex and possibly Sarah and Derya. It's very strange and also involves me hiding my head under my pillow going "LALALA" because that's just two weird.
One piece of advice to anyone going to university - take some really comfy clothing that you feel happy and sfe in. If you're liable to homesickness, it can do the job. Oh, and self-caterers? Potato peeler and grater. Most useful things ever that everyone ignores normally. We had to buy both.
Right. Bed.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-09-21 09:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-21 12:32 pm (UTC)Also, I found Leuchars, so I can come and pick you up for the Open Days. We're all calming down when lectures start (being a pseudo-intllectual house), so it won't be so crazy. I promise!
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Date: 2005-09-21 11:26 am (UTC)Glad to know you're enjoying this new stage of your life. great colleagues are a very important part of it, and it seems you have a terrific gang on the works. I am truly glad.
About the classes, making a list of what's being offered and compare it with what you have in mind should help. If you do not know what you have in mind, pick the things you feel like you have most n common with, and then use this time to get informed about the options and their uses.
Knock yourself out,
Sheyla