Home

It feels odd to call this place home now, when really university is more like my real home these days. I guess I do have stronger connections with the friends I have back here, as well as my family, but the lifestyle is very different to what I have become used to on campus.

It's initally pretty nice to be back. I missed my dogs a lot, it's cool having them around again, even if one of them is violently opposed to and frightened of my guitar (already lost one guitar pick to her ravenous, all-consuming jaws. Seriously, that dog will eat anything, she even tried to eat a razor blade the other week). And it's been cool hanging out with my stepbrother for a bit too. But things suddenly went weird when at approximately 10pm, everyone went to bed.

I mean, WTF? I'd completely forgotten how early parents go to bed. What the hell is that about? 10pm, in the holiday, and no-one to hang out with, nothing to do... I've got plans for the weekend but it was weird stepping back into reality and realising that its not normal to still be hanging out and thinking of making dinner at 1am.

Also, there is a whole fridge full of food. But wait, this is the weird thing. Instead of having a fridge full, yet with only a mouldy tomato and an airtight container of leftover baked beans actually belonging to me, the fridge is actually full of food that is technically mine :-) Yay! Having lived on almost exclusively toast for the past week, I nommed through the rest of a leftover tuna pasta bake I found in there, only to realise later it had probably been there a few days, and was probably meant for the dogs...

I've discovered my crappy, crappy guitar playing is enough to impress a nine year old boy. Although after trying to teach him the Smoke on the water riff for about an hour while watching the poor dude helplessly grapple left-handedly with a guitar twice his size I handed in my teaching cap. It was a fun way of totally freaking the dog out for a while though :-)

I'm missing Brighthelm and my boy-next-door already! And I'm bored, its too late at night to do anything, since any of my favourite activities inevitably involve making lots of noise (Yes, ALL of my favourite activities - heh).