Since my last blog entry quite a few things have happened (although the last blog entry that I wrote didn't really explain anything about what was happening, it was just an introductory thing...)

For starters I've moved! There's this whole big melodrama about my Uni accommodation. Basically the University that I'm at oversubscribed by 400 people, so there were 400 students that they couldn't accommodate. This meant that some of us ended up in some random village staying in some other random Uni's accommodation. It wasn't that bad, it was like a dorm, and it was really fun, but the travelling was a bit much, being as it was 16 miles from the uni so we had to get the train. Anyway, I'm in proper uni accommodation now, and so yesterday I was moving.

We were unloading the stuff from the car and putting it in my room, and I was just watching all this stuff just pile up in the small space between the desk and the cupboard just thinking "...how the hell am I gonna fit all this stuff in here??" because this room is quite a bit smaller than the one I was in before, but I managed it, and now I feel really good, because I'm actually here and I don't have to worry about moving again until September.

I was unpacking yesterday and when I'd nearly finished I took my posters out ready to give my room a Nuri-make-over when I noticed the sign on the door with the rules, saying that we're not allowed to put posters up. I put them up anyway (I use white tack, it's not like it's going to leave a mark...) because for me it doesn't feel like home/my room unless my posters are up. When I first got my room in September, it didn't feel like it was my room until I'd put my posters up, and as soon as I took my posters down when I was moving, I felt alright about moving because it didn't really feel like my room anymore.

But getting to the random village where I was living from London was quite funny, because I had to get to Victoria station so I could catch the train. The thing is, at the moment the Victoria line doesn't stop at Victoria station, so I had to get the Circle line there. The Circle line for a while is linked to the Hammersmith and City and District line.

I felt incredibly stupid when I eventually realised quite a few stops after that I was on the Hammersmith and City line, and so turning back and waiting for trains means that I missed the original train that I was going to get, and I just felt like a total muppet. Luckily for me I got there just in time for the next train (which was an hour later haha). But yeah, that's one of the lessons I learnt, to make sure that I'm actually on the right train...

The second lesson I learnt the other day is quite funny I think. Well it is looking back on it. I stopped off at the co-op on my way from the train station to my room so I could start packing, and I had to get some food, and I needed to get some soap so that I could shower. I didn't have enough money to get a multi-pack of soap, so I thought I could get away with just getting a single bar of soap, and the only single ones they had were the co-ops own brand. I didn't really mind too much, because I've used their shampoo before and it's cool. I didn't realise until I got back that it was vegetable soap. "o_O:" I thought, but I didn't really have to much choice so I went to have my shower. I kid you not when I say that afterwards I literally smelt good enough to eat...

It smelt like vegetable oil...

Next time I'll put the baked beans back and get a multi-pack of soap...

I realise that this blog is extremely mediocre, so I'm going to stop writing now. I'm probably only writing it because I don't want to look at the essay that I'm meant to be writing because it's very poorly done...

I think that procrastinating is an art which I excell in...

I apologise for the fact that most of this blog doesn't really make any sense, this hasn't really been a good ramble haha. Thanks for reading anyway though!

Nuri out.