I've been in the University of Liverpool for just under a weak now and I'm absolutely loving it. I'm living in a flat with only two other people, and we're really close already - none of us can get over just how little time it has been since we got here. The night life is brilliant, and the guild is literally a one minuit walk away! How could it possibly be bad...?
Well, a couple of things, really...
My last post was complaining about my friend who hadn't told me all night what was happening. She explained that her phone was out of network, which didn't really explain how she couldn't just use the home phone or someone elses. Then, last night, she did it again. She told me it was because her room mate had all her friends around and she had to keep an eye on them, while she was on the phone to her Dad all night, but it still doesn't explain why she couldn't send one measly text. This is supposedly my best friend, and I just wish she hadn't come here. I feel like I should give her the benifit of the doubt and trust her, but I'm just sick of it all.
Also, Karl not being here is really starting to get to me now. I'm one step away from walking up to someone and asking for a hug, because I miss his so much. Still, I'll be back home on the 10th, and a rhythm should start on monday. That should help take my mind off stuff, right?
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