So now Sam has left. Four out of the original six of us remain. My last exam, the horror known as Sociolinguistics, is tomorrow and I feel.. relieved. Muz will be coming tomorrow too so I get lots of cuddles instead of post-exam stress.
The next week will be good. By this time next week I will have packed up and gone back home to the horrible South East of England. No more Wales until next September. No more Aberystwyth sunsets and running around on the beach, no more sheep field as a back garden. I feel.. really sad about that.
I'm really going to miss it. Really. Despite all the middle-of-nowhere and the five hours of train journey every time I want to see Muz, despite waking up and smelling sheep, despite some of the crappy people.. I don't want to go.
At least it's not for forever.
Went into town and bought nice things for Muz today :) Can't wait to see him, really, it's been three weeks or something stupid like that. I miss him.
I've been trying to sort through my things, and work out how the hell I have three bottle of shampoo open at one go, all of the same sort. Working out how the hell to pack my V mask without getting it squished, working out where the hell I put the box all the fridge magnets go in. Wondering how I acquired so MUCH rubbish this year simply by existing.
I found a glow-stick I never used. Heh. I want to crack it now but it'd be pointless. But pretty. It's a pink one.
I also have three lots of post-it notes?
And far more books than I came with.
Ugh, suppose I should go back to revising.