This is what my flatmate Sam thought was appropriate breakfast talk sat around the kitchen table with his bowl of cinnamon grahams and my bacon sandwich.
Who says that living with guys isn't an education
It seems to me despite the fact my lectures don't start until Monday morning (SQUEE!) I'm already learning fast, and even scarier is the fact I'm turning into my mother.
After struggling to squish the contents of the kitchen bin into its bag to take down to the main bin, I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from saying one of mums top ten nags 'The cartons will squash better if they have the lids off you know'
I know coming to Uni was going to be a time to grow up, but leaping 40 years in a week seems a little drastic to me. I live in hope that this is just an odd form of homesickness that will soon pass because if I find myself berating the guys for leaving puddles on the bathroom floor one more time I may have to do something drastic.
Other than that life seems to be progressing in a fairly normal manner, though next time i get visitors at 3am I will remember to put trousers on so comments such as 'nice pants Rach' will not become a frequent occurrence (please note I was asleep and not in the habit of roaming my flat in my pants)
So lectures tomorrow, spose I should actually get ready, pack bag etc, or I could go get tea mmm food
Now where are my shoes.....
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