freshers week.

or freshers' fortnight,as it is deemed at my university.
i've been here for 8 days,and it's had its exciting,drunken times,to its lonely weeping,regretful times. (last night being one when my dad got up and left me to drive back home. it took him about 30 minutes to keep me calm) i've done the generic (drunken late nights with the people your mum warned me about) and the plain weird (pissing in the kitchen cum common room after drinking far too much),regained my dignity and sobriety,and found some confidence and a sense of adventure to go with it,caught what i suspect is freshers' flu,worked on 5 + socialist party stalls around manchester,been woken up three times by my flatmates,one in particular was screaming ''k hole'' in the kitchen at 6 this morning,getting lost at salford quays train station...but it's been great :)
i will keep you updated on my adventures in the next 3/4 years.