Late Nights... Early Deadlines

I have decided to once again crawl out from beneath by books (and bedsheets) to post another update at stupid-o-clock in the morning. Gotta love university sleeping schedules.

Week 7. Term 2. How depressing.

I have really been trying to make this term stretch. I've tried waking up early, having less naps, taking more strolls, and generally trying to enjoy all things English, but time has yet to feel like it is slowing. With only this term left of "real school", it certainly does feel like it has all blown past me once again. The reading weeks for philosophy are upon me, as well as their accompanying and soon approaching deadlines, and I am trying my hardest to get as many of them done before I bid welcome to some visitors from the states in less than two weeks. I was sitting in the Learning Zone this afternoon, which is more or less a library with no books; or the most high tech and comfortable study area you can have indoors, studying with some friends when I suddenly felt one of my first real pangs of "holy crap, I'm not going to be here much longer". Sucks I tell you. For all prospective study abroad-ers, if at all possible, go for the full year option. One term is NO WHERE NEAR ENOUGH. I cannot stress this enough.

Aside from that bit of moaning, I want to revert to some more pleasant trains of though that have been occupying me since my last update.

Tuesday's suck. Classes from 9-5 and two half-hour breaks. Yuck. Word of advice, if you happen to be stricken with such a class schedule, I have discovered that a pint in between classes, rather than going home, is BY FAR the best option. Find a buddy and play some pool as well. Make it a good time, every time. Reap the benefits of never being too far away from a cozy pub.

Saturday WINS. If you don't go out on Friday, get up at a reasonable time (leave your curtains open), head into town with a mate, grab some good and hearty Weatherspoon's breakfast for cheap, then head into the open air market. Grab yourself some fresh, local veggies, meat, cheeses, and depending how weak you are for tantalizing smells, perhaps an early lunch. Head round the high street and check out the reduced garb for some possible outfits for next nights clubbing. Pay a visit to the oriental food shop by the bus station and pick up ingredients for a tasty, easy, and absurdly cheap meal. Amble back to the bus station and get some work done at home, whether it be homework, housework, or cooking. If you have time, get yourself down to the gym and play some squash, workout, swim or whatever you prefer. After all that is said and done, have some friends round for a bit of dinner, pre-party banter and then get lost to the club. Party it up, take loads of pictures (I mean loads), laugh, sing, dance, and then catch the free coach home. Find your way to Sultan's of Lancaster, sort yourself out with some chips and cheese, then leisurely stroll back home to make a satisfied collapse onto the bed. Like I said, Saturday WINS.

Take advantage of the day trips that the university is constantly advertising, by the way. They are cheap, convenient, and completely worth it. We are heading to Ripon next weekend, home of the Wensleydale Cheese Factory (Wallace and Gromit!) amongst other beautiful sights and history.

That said, I think I have done enough damage to my body's circadian rhythms. Good night all.