So spent the week back home in my beloved home town. It was so wonderful not having to cook for myself and being with my family, friends and cats. My parents still don’t trust my cooking…which is understandable considering when I left home I couldn’t boil an egg. I can now. They just can’t see me as a chef extraordinaire. One day…one day they will learn. I really didn’t want to leave home. Took so much effort to control the tears…I managed at the station purely because I didn’t want to look like some sort of wanderer leftover from Halloween. But I am strong. I am strong.
I had an essay and reading to do, hence the ‘reading week’. I did the essay. I did some reading. You should be so proud. The highlight of my week was going to the heavy metal nightclub I so love. It’s different and the class of people there makes it. Obviously, I was quite excited to be there with my best friends…and really happy to be back in Bath, and I got a bit drunk. I say ‘bit’ hoping you understand the sarcasm here. Trust me, being smashed was not my intention. It kind of Just…urm…happened. I’m a lightweight at the best of times so I should have stopped. I didn’t and…well….yes. I am not proud. I am scared to show my face again. I don’t think I did anything awful, hell, I didn’t even throw up (something I am proud of). Ended up falling into a bush and having a mini tussle, bruising my leg, locking myself in a bathroom and downing a mug of cold coffee. A big thanks to my friend who literally has the patience of the saint. Seriously. I don’t know how she copes. I owe her big time. It was a very good night though :D You have to enjoy yourself whilst you’re young, right?
I also went to my first death metal concert. Amon Amarth. Urhmagawd. It was amazing. Far better than I expected. My expectations were that I would be terrified. The reality was that it wasn’t terrifying, it was brilliant. Long hair, beards (the men although the women had long hair too, just not the beards) band t-shirts with Slayer, Iron Maiden, In Flames, Killswitch....I just had so much fun. I didn’t go in the mosh pit, it would have destroyed me. Trust, it was brutal. My vantage point was perfect; I was on the steps leading down so technically I was just above the mosh pit. Also, I am rather small so this time I could see. Basically most of my music is on an Amon Amarth loop. The Pursuit of Vikings, Guardian of Asgaard, Father of the Wolf…best songs.
Illness has crept up on me. Cough triggering the asthma, oh yay. Figured I’d just move the loo roll into my room. Saves time and effort. Worked my way through a pack of blackcurrant lozenges. I’m not eating them like sweets. Not at all. THE COLD WILL NOT WIN. IT SHALL BE A FIGHT TO THE DEATH.On the bus I was trying not to spread the love but it didn't work...people were doing that glaring subtly out of the corner of their eyes thing. Seriously. Everybody gets ill unless you're some sort of super hero.
That's my week. Eventful. Fun. Mad. Next week...who knows. It's uni though so something will. :D
