Going from the fairly quiet country side (the odd mooing cow aside) to the bustling streets of east London i soon learnt that nighttime here is anything but restful.
Om my first night in student halls I was jolted awake by the fire alarm and many nights since. The sirens are none stop and it seems most nights just as I am drifting off into peaceful oblivion I get dragged back to earth kicking and screaming by the 'WAAA WAAA WEEEEEE' of the local police sirens.
Add to this late night parties, essay deadlines, afternoon lectures and Alchohol and soon you have a very screwed up body clock. Midnight munchies are my constant companion and attack as early as 11pm to as late as 3!
What I do find amusing is more often than not i wander into the kitchen at some god awful hour of the night to find one of my flat mates sat around the kitchen table, having a fag or a cup of tea.
Last night me and Sam ended up eating crumpets at 4 in the morning, which was definately more hassle than it was worth considering we found out that both the toaster and half our cooker grill is broken so had to resort to microwaving them >< (mmm rubbery)
I think the longer I stay here the more of my friends are becoming nocturnal (and that includes myself) bumping into my flatmates still in their dressing downs at 6 in the evening is becoming an all to common occurence.
The only conclusion I can come to is this:
UNIVERSITY HAS STOLEN MY SLEEPING PATzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
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