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I’m back in Southampton now, four days earlier than planned. It’s kinda’ lonely here with no-one else around, but internet stuff seems to be taking up 100% of my time today. Oh yeah, and I have tons of coursework to do. Writing up lab papers for experiments I did three months ago, for a deadline I can’t remember. Joy.
It’s at times like this that I’m sure all of us will be together, forever…
Happy New Year, everyone!!
Xenosaga > *. That is all.
As a child, I remember, Christmas was a wondrous time full of happiness and joy. Even as a teenager, although it had lost some of its wonder, I still remember looking forward to it. Over time, though, our approach to Christmas was changing. I guess the first thing it lost for me was a religious significance, then maybe when we got a fake tree, then when we started decorating half-heartedly, when my parents started hating having to cook Christmas dinner (yet would never let me help), when snow was only something from memories… Gradually, I guess, Christmas lost its magic. Now it’s Christmas Eve and I’m not even vaguely excited. I had no advent calendar to finish today, and my room’s not decorated. Slowly but surely, I think I’m learning what it means to be an adult.
Nothing ever changes, huh? For a while I’m back with everyone in Bournemouth. Today was perhaps more of a reminder than a reunion - the day went just like they always used to, and left a warm feeling behind in our hearts. Walking home at the end of the night, I felt warm despite the cold, sober despite the alcohol, surrounded by friends although alone, and if I closed my eyes I could almost feel the world shining and beautiful around me. As if, with every step, I was coming closer to the world around me. As if I was complete.
So ended another term. It felt like an awful lot happened in these past few months, and when I think about it the time was full of memories being made. Happy ones and sad ones too, but in a way the emotion doesn’t matter. It’s memories that make these days everlasting - the best days of our lives.
Let’s all make more memories together next term! Merry Christmas everybody!
Tonight, I ate my last proper meal here for a while - and also the largest I’ve eaten in over a week. Man, am I stuffed!
Earlier on today I tried to venture into Portswood to get Christmas stuff, but for some reason all the card and wrapping paper shops seem to have decided to close. I know it’s Sunday, but come on! What’s wrong with opening from 11 ‘til 5 at least? So, it looks like I’ll be doing emergency shopping tomorrow…
[Mai-Hime Episode 8]
Holy fuck, Miyu is EVIL! And also has KOS-MOS’s R-BLADE. This makes her cool, and yet, I *really don’t want to end up liking her…*
As seems to be traditional, days of leaving are greeted by stormy weather. Today, we said goodby to Mark until the new year as rain fell in seemingly-solid sheets around the house. Inside there might have been presents and mince pies (by the way, making them is hard without a rolling pin or pastry-cutter =p) but it still doesn’t feel like Christmas. Perhaps tomorrow, when I’m forced to venture into the pre-Christmas free-for-all mob that is Southampton city centre in December, it might begin to sink in…
So it seems that, almost without a thought, term ended… Not with a bang, or a pop, or even with a party. It faded, just like I thought it probably would. I guess that now it’s time to fade out for a while.
I feel like I should say “just like old times”, but really I shouldn’t say things like that. Anyway… Thursday 23rd December. How does Pump, EZ2, Shakeaway and ‘Spoons curry sound?
Well, here we are, four hours from the end of this term’s Uni work. And, even now, it doesn’t feel special yet…
Not a lot’s happened in real life since yesterday, but it feels very definitely otherwise - an awful lot happened in yesterday’s World of Darkness game. Physically and mentally - not only was Malachai within a few seconds of death, but the whole Shelley thing has suddenly speeded up an awful lot. I guess that’s just the way it is, but it’s still a little fast from Malachai’s point of view. I guess, when I think about it, I do have enough experience to know how he would feel. (Oh, and he owes Shelley his life now, which will make things even more odd…)
Anyway, enough roleplaying talk, and on with the Photonics Labs. Not long left, now…