homeward bound.

after a mad night out in the queen of hearts in fallowfield with some girls and a man who loved my haircut and kept calling me a mod (there was another man who said the same,but also called me gorgeous,but i've learned to realised that it's the beer goggles talking. though he did look like a gorgeous kieran o' brien lookalike (of 9 songs fame)) i am back home and getting used to life back in shropshire.
i woke up at half 8 this morning to get my train,and realised that i'd discovered a different way to piccadilly station and i was indeed able to make my train on time,after making the customary stop at aleef. i've been home 3 hours now,and it's quite strange to be back home in all honesty. i came here to forget about the madness of the past week (texting a guy that i met last week didn't seem to help last night-especially when he put three kisses at the end of his last text-i just walked to the rusholme chippy and put the phone away and haven't texted him back since. long story.)
so,you may ask,what plans have i got today? well,i'm listening to kate bush,and setting up itunes on my laptop,then i might have a nap and then pick my best friend up from college (i said that i'd see her when i'm home,going back tomorrow afternoon),and then go and meet dad before mum comes home. i'm quite hungover from last night still and suffering from freshers' flu,and i'm still not registered with a local doctor in manchester (mental note-do that friday). and no,harold shipman does NOT have the first dibs on my healthcare. not that there's much to defraud me of as a student,and i think that grannies are more his type anyway. that comment is not meant to offend,the friend of the guy i met has a grandma obsession,which is quite worrying i shall admit.
my rent is now sorted as well,so i can breathe,but it means no more crazy nights out like last night,as i will not have that much left in my account once the rent has gone out. i had to fork out about £140 for flat related things in the past two days,which sucks (well,losing your ving card does) and much more on poisoning my bloodstream and ruining my liver. which in essence is an integral part of being a student :)

p.s i am the resurrection by the stone roses is the ultimate anthem of my student life. that and ten storey love song. even though i've only been at uni 11 days,i have a song to mark my first year as a student. now that is purely special.