sometimes i forget to post
as evidenced by the six or seven or so drafts that i have sitting around…but i always forget to post them, or leave them and mean to come back and write more and then never do. i don’t know how long this one will be – i’m thinking not too long because it’s half twelve and i’m tired, ish.
i like moving back in, i think. especially just a bit before everyone else. cause then you walk up and down the stairs and slowly recognise more and more people going up and down,because the lift is broken. of course. first alex with his mother, both with their arms full, trying not to fall up the stairs. alex grins at me and says, ‘just one more after this!’ then jane, whose mother sounds incredibly southern, which is strange to my ears and makes me laugh a little bit. and lastly marissa, who arrives after the lift is fixed, and steps out with her mum to find about fifteen of us sitting in a semi-circle around the lift with our ras, talking.
and apparently patrick has crowned himself king of our dorm, so i don’t know what that entails or how that’s going to work out for him.
and i still haven’t broken it to my roommate that i have someone coming to stay. even after i stayed back from church to try to make sure she was happy enough to tell her. before i could, i discovered that i left the lock to my bike at the house, so the bike gets to stay in our room, which i’m not too sure that she is altogether happy about. ah well. it’s grand. i’m going to bed anyway.
Dean said,
7 February 2009 at 1:12 am
I miss your posts. I love how you can paint an image in my mind with your words. I almost felt like I was in Ireland some times.