pleasantries

god, i really need to start doing some effing revision. it doesn’t help that i keep having mind-boggling long chats with my mother about nothing in particular (todays topic: how i get pissed off with people who think that blair’s ‘nanny state’ is somehow on the left, when it owes far more to the ideology of one-nation conservatism). it doesn’t help that i’m suddenly getting a bit more popular (as strange as it seems). last week i suddenly realised i didn’t really have anywhere to go, or anything to do with anyone, save my boyfriend (and as fab as he is, it’s only half the fun when i don’t have any gossip from my friends). i have put a lot of effort into cementing friendships at uni, probably to the detriment of my friendships back home. but oh, all is not lost.

firstly, as i noted last time, oliver rang me up on saturday and we got talking again, which was nice. and obviously, i’ll be seeing him as soon as possible (probably tomorrow). then that evening, matt rang me to discuss train times for me going down to london (i booked them this afternoon – depart 13:05 from leeds, arrive london kings cross at 15:40). so that’s three days cut out of my revision as well. sunday morning i got a text from graham (bloke i (non-sexually, mind) corrupted at college – a teetotal strait laced virgin who bought his clothes from matalan to a bisexual virtual alcoholic, who prefers staying up most nights pulling random people instead of being a good boy and concentrating on doing his law degree at oxford). it was along the lines of ‘when am i seeing you next?’ another couple of days gone.

on sunday my craving for minature heroes drove my mother round the bend and consequently down to the shop to buy me some. heh heh. such a ‘third/youngest/only female child’ spoilt brat. in there, i saw karen working behind the till (girl i went to school with, don’t get on with her very well at all) and we exchanged pleasantries and false enthusiasim for each other’s welfare. anyway, she says every thursday her, kate and claire go out into town (shudder). now kate and claire i do want to see. so this is my thursdays gone. and then the college lot will eventually come back from uni, and that’s some more time gone to spend time with matt and graham (again), steve, matt j, susie, daniel, etc… mother says if i revise all week she’ll take me out on the friday to the pub. but how exactly? i want to spend my weekends with my chap and relax on our own and eat and drink far too much, so everyone else is in the weekday slot. i thought five and a half weeks was an age, but at this rate, i’ll be cramming the night before the exam!

graham’s just rung me up and we’re meeting on wednesday afternoon. he’s helping in a talk at my old college about oxbridge entry. i’ve suggested there could be a corner reserved for me with the sign ‘cowardice – how to wimp out of the oxbridge process halfway through and go somewhere else.’ i think it would be most informative.