Recap

Okay, time for a longer post. I’m one exam and 6 days away from going home for summer. The former is on the 3rd and I’m catching a bus for Manchester Airport on the 4th in the morning. My flight is at 6:30am on the 5th…. unless certain volcanoes decide something else, in which case there are gonna be consequences! This is my last week as a fresher – I never really thought about that till a few days ago. I just hope I’ll pass my exams and won’t have to come back in August to re-take them. Then I can have 4 whole months at home – I’ll probably work somewhere, but I’ll still be home. So I decided to take a recap of the past 8 months. Going to university in another country gave me a lot and took a lot. I had to learn to live without my parents and take care of things they usually take care of. I endured the worst day of my life which, unincidentally, was also my first day in England. I met a lot of new people, got some new and good friends, put and end of two old friendships that I’m probably gonna miss a lot. I got very noisy and messy flatmates I had a few good times with. I found love in the wrongest of wrong places, got blown off, and still don’t care about that – someday someone will come without me searching desperately and he will care. Moving on – on a brighter note, my CD collection increased immensely, as well as all the weird gothic stuff I love so much. ^^ I got an insight into psychology and politics, and hopefully, I’ll get a deeper insight next year. I got a freaking facebook – and all the people who wanted me to get it now barely log in! As for the things I didn’t get – a goth looking vegetarian straight edge boyfriend, a sports centre card, swimming in the sports centre pool, rock climbing, horse riding, getting confidence to talk in seminars, eat marshmallows around a camp fire…. well, let’s hope I’ll do these things in my second year. I finally got my income bursary and paid my deposit for the house for next year – so now I officially have a house, and a room just for myself and this time I’m gonna live with people I like. I already packed most of my stuff, those I’m gonna leave here – some of my friends are staying here so they’re gonna take it in their house for the summer. I can’t believe I’ve brought (and bought) so many stuff…. they all fit in exactly 3 suitcases….. Girls will be girls, unfortunately. OH, I almost forgot! I found that people here actually CARE about vegetarians and got introduced to the wonderful quorn food I’m gonna miss at home…. again, I hope I’ll stay in Bulgaria for the whole summer. The exams weren’t that hard, but I’m still not sure if they’re gonna like what I’ve written or if I hadn’t made a mistake in some of the calculations…. Anyway, I won’t know until June 15th, so I can have 2 weeks for myself.
This post is beginning to get a bit large, and I think it’s time to finish it. The next one will probably come from Bulgaria…. again, if some volcano doesn’t decide something else!

Happy Dirtday!

Aaand before this day goes ruthlessly in history, I’d like to wish a Happy Dirtday to Hunter from AFI! I almost wrote this post on the 5th, because I thought it’s then…. you can’t remember everything after all. So – all the best to Hunter and the band, I love you all, thank you for making me a better person! ^^

Can you paint your pain?

I finally did a bit of volunteering today. I joined the volunteers group in the university before Easter and today 5 of us went to paint an old lady’s apartment. I got the kitchen and the color blue… which is better than my friends who got the bathroom…. and pink. I still have paint over my nails. Fortunately, my clothes got away with the paint, but my jeans got a little bloody. Which brings me to my next story. I started jogging last week with a friend of mine around the neighbourhood, and on Wednesday we were just starting to run and the next thing I know, I was on the ground, face down, with my training suit torn at the knee, my palms and knees peeled and bloody. I don’t know if I tripped or lost my balance. Thank goodness I didn’t break anything. My palms have almost healed, and as for the knees – one of them is in all colors of the rainbow, and the other doesn’t seem to even want to start healing. Its wound’s bigger and I can’t bend my leg properly, or stretch it properly for that matter. So today when I had to crouch to paint to lower part of the wall the wound opened and started to bleed. Buuut it will be alright. It’s gonna leave me a nice scar, but it’s gonna be alright…. like I don’t have enough scars all over my legs. Every school I’ve studied in has left its mark on me legs. 8th I was chasing a tennis ball or something and ran into one of the big stone flower pots in front of my high school. My leg’s still a little concave where it met the pot. One year later, I fell down the stairs, sat on my left leg and sledged like that a few stairs down. My leg’s still a little black and blue. And now I’ll remember my first year in university with a new mark on my knee. I’m seriously considering giving up jogging. At least for a while. Despite that… I’m okay. A little bit more bipolar than usual, but hey, who isn’t? And today made me feel good about myself… which doesn’t happen very often. It really warms your black little heart when you help someone with something they can’t do themselves. Alright, enough talking, gotta wash the paint off my nails.