They say things come in spades.
Though the only things I've known to come in spades is mud or sand, and only then it's only for a few feet before it starts coming by air.
(There was a point to the above comment but it has temporarily escaped my memory.)
It's odd (prepare for a thoughtful post here guys); I lived alone in a small room for 9 months and never really felt lonely (except on the first day or two). Now I'm home and my mum and step-dad are going on holiday for two weeks tomorrow so I'll be left alone for a week until my sister comes back from uni herself.
I just feel lonely, or you know, the feeling that precedes loneliness (if you've felt it you'll know what I mean) about being home alone for a week, which seems wierd after nine months of living alone.
I guess maybe its cus I associate this house with being with my family (I lived all my life here until last year) or maybe cus it's bigger and so emptier with just me. Or maybe cus it's not
mine like the room at uni was. Or maybe even it's cus I have fewer friends here than I did at uni, and they live further from my house.
Ah well. This tends to be one of those things that seems unbearable before it starts but is ok when it gets going, like writing an essay or going to work. I'll be meeting friends next week I expect anyway;
I will survive!
As long as I've had Weetabix
I might just stay alive!
Sorry. (Gosh, youtube has
everything!)
Maybe I should just stop complaining and join facebook!
(Oh, and anyone who can send a link explaining the relationship between the blog title and the message gets a reward, possibly a cameo in a Mod Survivor Island comic or... I don't know, at least a shiny cyber-cookie.)
