It’s currently Tuesday the 10th of January at 6:42 in the morning. This is pretty much still the beginning of what will either be an incredibly awesome day, or the worst one ever. After catching up with friends and family, recording my EP and just simply enjoying being back in England… All that is getting put upon the shelf again for my second semester. I left Nottingham at 2am… I’m finally in Gatwick airport next to some passed out chap who decided that it’d be better to sleep on the hard waiting chairs than commute as early as I have. I’d provide a picture, as it’s a funny sight, but I can’t help but feel taking pictures of strangers that are sleeping in airports will be the start of a slippery slope of weirdness, not even I could overcome.
6:46. I’m waiting for the Norwegian air flight check ins to open. My flight is at 9:40 so I’ve only got less than an hour. Whilst writing this to entertain you ever-so-faithful readers, I’m also half revising. ‘Oh Chris, but why are you revising?’ I hear you all ask. That’s because as soon as I get into Uppsala I’m going to be taking an exam that I am not truly prepared for. Whilst timing may be my forte, my organisation and preparation are sorely lacking.
After the exam I imagine that I’ll be wanting to catch up on some lost sleep, but I know I’ll more than likely be going out for a pint or two with my coursemates. Maybe after that I’ll get an hour worth of kip, but then I’ll be out again sharply to start saying my goodbyes (again). Another batch of people are going this week. It’s definitely gonna suck, but it’s something that seems to happen far more frequently in Uppsala than back home. Ash is having a birthday get-together for Spencer and then it’s full steam ahead for a night of mayhem at Franz’s leaving do!
Anyway, I should probably start revising. So at 6:51… Chris, signing out.