volcanic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- drunk, but very happy Heheh. I'm still here, in Wales. I'm still a student. In fact, today, I started doing proper studenty stuff. I went to meetings and all sorts of gubbins telling me about my modules. It all seemed a bit overwhelming at the weekend, and George- luckily- was here to make me feel better about it all. He said "You'll be fine- you know what you want to do, and you'll be fine". I didn't believe him at the time, but then I got to the first meeting with my personal tutor, and I realised he was right. The girl sitting next to me was terribly nervous, and even after Nice Tutor had explained umpteen million times that it really didn't matter when we took our passport photos in, she still kept on asking if this afternoon would be too late. Suddenly I realised that, actually, in the big scheme of university related things, I'm on top of it all right now. These are my modules: Semester 1 The Study of English Writer's Art 1: A Beginner's Guide to Technique An Introduction to European Cinema Semester 2 Aspects of Genre Contemporary Literature Writer's Art 2: Transpositions An Introduction to European Cinema So, it all looks quite good, really. The course looks interesting, the timescale is most accommodating, with only about 9 hours per week in class. This is going to be a very different lifestyle to what I'm used to. I've just been to the English department Drinks Reception- i.e. lots of free booze, and I left fatboy home alone while I went, which he seems to have enjoyed. i guess that's one of the benefits of us living on this very small campus, I'm about 200 yds from home, and he's safe here while I'm off studying. Met some of my tutors, who seem very lovely, and some of my fellow students, who also seem like nice people. One of them was a bit weird, but I'll do my best to think good thoughts about him, and not be unkind just yet. I'm sozzled now, though, so please excuse me if I'm not making huge amounts of sense here. George came up on Friday, and we've had a very good time. On Saturday he took us here (and I implore you to click on the link, because it really was quite stunning) and we had a magnificent time, drinking in the sunshine whilst my fatboy swam in the sea. I knew that George had come here for family holidays when he was little, but on the way back, he also confided in me that it was where his parents had spent their honeymoon. I'm really hoping that me and George can get a weekend there on our own together at some point- it'd be blissful. Me and George have had a lovely time- I'm still totally smitten and very much in love and very, very blessed and lucky. He's ace. Blimey. I feel quite drunk. And I can hear Fatboy screaming with laughter outside. The Hafan Kids (as the juvenile local residentia are known) have become quite notorious on campus for being wild, fun-loving and ever-so-slightly mental. Needless to say, he's having a whale of a time. We went to the university welcome barbecue yesterday. Apart from the Hafan Kids, George and I were the last ones to leave, out of several hundred people. I think that's because we were the only ones drinking. There was lots of free food, and the Alcopops were only 69p (!) at the Students' Union shop. The Hafan Kids took over the bouncy castle, and were still going for it big style when George and I left at about 5.30pm. It's been amazing, really. I'm having a fantastic time, even though I'm drunk and missing George already. I think we're going to like living here... I was awake for the earthquake, by the way... It was pretty exciting. At first I thought Fatboy had jumped out of bed with his characteristic lack of dignity and lightfootedness, but when the cravan kept on shaking, I realised it was something else. I was a bit scared, and George did the manly snuggly thing and geve me lots of reassurance. I was a bit surprised when I found out it was an earthquake, though. I just thought it was bog-standard caravan-shudder. I wish I'd milked the opportunity now, though- I mean, I was in bed with George at the time, doing- ahem- "boudoir"- type activities, and if I'd been quick-witted enough, I could have claimed it was me making the earth move. Never mind... 7:13 p.m. - 23.09.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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