There's too much going on.
There's so much stuff from the last few weeks (or whatever it is since I last wrote) I haven't written about, that it's difficult to do justice to any of it. So I'm not going to try.
Last night, we had another one of our poker nights. It's fair to say that it was slightly more chaotic than usual, and there was a real risk of the entire evening descending into farce. The important thing is that I won (again), but it's a slightly hollow victory because a) no-one remembered to actually put any money in 'the pot', and b) some people just got a bit fed up of the whole thing.
Sheffield United fans were a bit fed up with things after only twenty minutes or so of their midweek game against Stoke on Tuesday. By then, they were 3-0 down, having conceded two goals to dreadful defending, and one to a comedy own-goal. The half-time entertainment – a local comedian's Christmas single – was neither appropriate, appreciated, or good.
We still haven't got a Christmas tree or any decorations in the house, which means we've probably left things a bit late (especially as most of us are only here for less than two weeks now). This is the first year I haven't even sorted myself out with an advent calendar. I'm sure that this lack of festivity will be redeemed, however, now that I've started my present-buying.
As if the present wasn't scary/disorganised enough, it's already time to be thinking of what we're going to do with ourselves after we finish university next year. People have already been touring the house, for example, with a view to living here next year because none of us are certain where we'll all be living after June. It certainly won't be this place now.
Other things I've been up to: completely forgetting that I had to do a presentation in my seminar, and having to ad-lib for ten minutes on Jekyll & Hyde; had my first grown-up drink (out of a proper mug and everything) in Coffee Revolution; bought myself a David Bowie album; got myself in trouble; got someone else in trouble; laughing heartily at someone else getting themselves into trouble; over-sleeping; going to the dentist far too much.
Last night, we had another one of our poker nights. It's fair to say that it was slightly more chaotic than usual, and there was a real risk of the entire evening descending into farce. The important thing is that I won (again), but it's a slightly hollow victory because a) no-one remembered to actually put any money in 'the pot', and b) some people just got a bit fed up of the whole thing.
Sheffield United fans were a bit fed up with things after only twenty minutes or so of their midweek game against Stoke on Tuesday. By then, they were 3-0 down, having conceded two goals to dreadful defending, and one to a comedy own-goal. The half-time entertainment – a local comedian's Christmas single – was neither appropriate, appreciated, or good.
We still haven't got a Christmas tree or any decorations in the house, which means we've probably left things a bit late (especially as most of us are only here for less than two weeks now). This is the first year I haven't even sorted myself out with an advent calendar. I'm sure that this lack of festivity will be redeemed, however, now that I've started my present-buying.
As if the present wasn't scary/disorganised enough, it's already time to be thinking of what we're going to do with ourselves after we finish university next year. People have already been touring the house, for example, with a view to living here next year because none of us are certain where we'll all be living after June. It certainly won't be this place now.
Other things I've been up to: completely forgetting that I had to do a presentation in my seminar, and having to ad-lib for ten minutes on Jekyll & Hyde; had my first grown-up drink (out of a proper mug and everything) in Coffee Revolution; bought myself a David Bowie album; got myself in trouble; got someone else in trouble; laughing heartily at someone else getting themselves into trouble; over-sleeping; going to the dentist far too much.
