Warwick Weekend

Well I made it back from Warwick, although it was truly difficult to tear myself away. I do less than three turned 270 degrees clockwise the Warwickers a lot.

On Saturday night we went to Lava/Ignite in Coventry in full Disney garb. Of which I feel a special mention should go to Fiona as Mrs Incredible, twas very brave of her, to go out dressed in such an outfit but she looked very fab. We have a Lava in Preston...its not my favourite place. Its okay on a Wednesday or Thursday as they are mainly student nights (thus cheap, lol). Saturday nights are, however, expensive and filled with dance music and non-students. All quite concerning really. When this is combined with a 6 hours coach journey, Sarah unfortunately, only lasts till one in the morning. I did have really good night though.

Sunday was spent in International house, just relaxing and watching Heroes. Oh and painting Toni's nails. There were some interesting games of bat the beachball around Lizzi's room too. So despite not leaving the house I had a lovely time just relaxing.

I left at eleven on Monday morning to embark on the return leg of my coach journey of doom -filled with German phrases, after Lizzi and I, whilst being very wide awake at four in the morning decided to see how much German we could remember from year nine...it turns out there was quite a bit. With the help of an online translator of course, lol.

I was glad to return back to the fold though. Christine and Helen were so excited for my return that they nearly came to meet me on Sunday at the underpass! Now unfortunately I have an essay and a presentation to do...oh the fun.

Washing, drying, tidying and packing

Tomorrow I shall be leaving Lancaster for a long weekend in Warwick. I can't wait. I've missed my Warwickers so much this term. Unfortunately this means that the mountain of laundry, dispersement of clutter and the like which are making my room look less than tidy. It won't be a fun evening as I have to pack my costume (a Disney fancy dress party for the Hallettfish) which is not in a complete stage...not even close.

(Me and the Warwickers)

This mini vacation also means that I have to be up fairly early to catch the coach from the underpass. This is bad news as I may have indulged in some socialising last night, and, I may have chosen to partake in Frisbee and rolling down a hill wrapped in a Purple Ronnie Twister mat. I can't say it was my finest move, I'm still finding bits of grass.



The following poem is in honour of the micro-climate that occupies South West campus. A fine land with brisk, cooling breezes irrespective of the weather anywhere else in the vicinity.

Spellbound by Emily Bronte

The night is darkening round me,

The wild winds coldly blow;

But a tyrant spell has bound me

And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending

Their bare boughs weighed with snow.

And the storm is fast descending,

And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,

Wastes beyond wastes below;

But nothing drear can move me;

I will not, cannot go.

(Spellbound by Emily Bronte as cited in Best-Loved Poems ed. Neil Philip [Little, Brown Books: Great Britain, 2000)