To today was the last day of my first term at university. We had a half hour lecture about ten people turned up to. This may have been the reason:

The day before was the last big event in Bournemouth before Christmas, so naturally we did what IMPs do best and consume large amounts of alcohol. This also being the first time I’ve been properly out in Bournemouth (read as "Been anywhere but the Old Firestation – which is like the training wheels on nightlife"), I think it deserves a mention here.

Just to explain the situation one more time, just so you know I’m not being an anti-social failure of a uni student on purpose, I live in the Corfe House, which is about six miles from where everyone else is, IMPs included. So while they can party and be all awesome I can’t as I’m carless and IMP-less in Poole. Ho hum.

So I need to make my chances count. Previous IMP socials have ended in no-shows, babysitting or just not being able to go. I’m glad I could see this one out to the end.

Purbeck’s a massive building compared to Corfe. I had to call Steve down to tell me where it was (it’s bizarre how much I assume a drunken Steve will wear a penguin suit now…) and after that, essentially all things the media associate with "youths" and "student life" we kind of… did. Well, buses being buses, I got there late, so I have no idea what happened before.

Anyway, time carries on. We go to Bliss, where I see pretty much everyone I know in Bournemouth, but end up losing the IMPs until fairly late on. Some girl took my Christmas hat, which annoyed me. Although I don’t particularly want it back. It’s probably covered in AIDS now.

Then Joe let me stay round his Unilet, which was nice of him. Shame he lives on his own, though. I wouldn’t really like that. But he has someone coming to stay in a couple of days so… well… happy days! We went into uni, with me still wearing the same as what I was the night before. Seeing as only 10 people turned up to the only lecture we had that day, not many people noticed. I got back and immediately had a shower. Warmest. Shower. Ever.

Now it’s merely a waiting game until I get to go on that fun, 6-hour trip home on Sunday. I would say I’m getting the train with my train ticket, but at the moment it looks like I’m getting buses, with the odd "bus replacement rail service" dotted in.

Hopefully I don’t get lost but, well, if I do, then I hope you have a happy Christmas. =]

(This was going to be a video blog, but naturally I couldn’t be arsed to edit it once I’d filmed it. Oh, and there’ll be more posts before Christmas too. Just thought I’d get that out there before you boycott my blog )

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