it's not so bad.

today was the official start of freshers week in york, which is pretty much matriculation week cum orientation week where in the day, everyone rushes around trying to get all their admin stuff done, and at night, everyone goes crazy and drinks until they pass out. haha. somehow all the overseas students seemed to have bonded together after last weeks surprisingly un-happening events, and some of us have decided to boycott the evening activities and spend time doing less inane things in less crowded places.

thank God.

so, considering the mad rush of the british invasion of the past day, some of us, i.e ME, have been feeling a little bit overwhelmed. suddenly a school that was practically a ghost town: beautiful, but quiet.. has turned into this massive drunken orgy-like place where every night there's something going on in all the pubs and drinking games being held in every kitchen.

it's enough to scare me, a sweet but homely little girl [cheeky grin] who thinks that standing around in a crowded hall with blasting music, smiling stupidly at the person across from you, unable to hold a conversation and consistently being shoved in the back by jostling crowds, is extremely imbecilic, half to death.

i do apologise if that convoluted sentence confused you.

anyway, i am, unsurprisingly if you know me, rather antagonistic towards the turn that events have taken. haha. i always imagined the start of school to be.. you know, the start of SCHOOL. when people settled down to do their pre-course reading [which of course, any sane individual would leave to the last minute] and you know.. STUDIED.

instead, the start of school has, well, brought to york a slightly insane aura that brings to mind.. pardon my crudeness, but.. well, mating season. when all the animals go into this hazy fever and start rutting like crazy without any thought of the consequences. utter and complete stupidity.

haha. i'm such a wet blanket, aren't i?

i guess i'm just one of those stay-at-home kind of girls who occasionally go partying under extreme duress and only if i'm surrounded by good friends. haha. in england, that renders me entirely a snooze, who doesn't know how to have fun.

and guess what?

i don't care! :P

i wonder if being in ac has made me a more confident, or at least, a more resolute individual. i'm glad my parents didn't send me overseas for foundation year. knowing my lack of discernment two years ago, i would probably have ended up drunk and dead somewhere if i were thrust into this environment.

anyways, i'm glad.

i gotta call geof and see if he's going through the same phenomenon.. it's really quite a curious thing. :)

ciao!