You’re waiting for a train…

Sooooo, Joe had a (not so) lovely trip to Manchester the other night to pick her cousin from the airport. Isn’t it funny how when you’re in a terrible rush, the trains are never on time, and you miss all your connections? The train from Aber was mostly on time, but half an hour later it stopped in the middle of nowhere for 40 min without any explanation. After the 30th minute, when everyone got extremely nervous, they finally announced that we’re waiting for another train to pass and clear the rails. Oh, gee, thanks for not caring if people need to catch another train and their tickets become worthless as a result! Anyway, we continued with our journey, but as you can imagine I did miss all the other trains. The good thing about the rail system here is that there are trains every hour or so. The bad thing for Joe, however, was when I arrived at Wilmslow, where I was supposed to catch the train to the airport, and missed it by just 2 minutes. TWO minutes! Why can’t THIS train get a little late? So the guy at the station told me there would be a BUS in an hour to the airport, but I would probably need a new ticket for that. Ok, fine, I got the ticket, and went outside to find the bus stop – at 10pm, outside, in the freaking cold, alone. The most positive thought that went through my mind while I was waiting was that I would most likely get mugged, and the most negative – that I would be raped and killed. After twenty minutes of despair and freezing to death, I said “Fuck it” and went to one of the taxis to ask how much it would cost to the airport. 12 pounds sounded extremely pleasant at that point, so I got right in and arrived at Terminal 3 in less than 10 min. When I picked my cousin, we had around 4 hours to wait for a bus to Manchester Piccadily and get a train from there. She, however, wasn’t feeling like staying still for so much time, so got on another bus to Manchester around 1pm. That way I can proudly (or not) say I was out in Manchester at 2 in the morning. And if we don’t count the 24-hour sleep deprivation, the journey back to Aber went as smoothly as I could have never imagined. That’s a freaking conspiracy – your life might depend on a train getting somewhere on time, and then chances are everything will screw up. But when you’re not in a particular hurry, everything runs on schedule. Riddle me this!
Apart from being unnecessarily dramatic about my rail journeys, everything else seems okay. I got two reports due this Monday, wrote one last night (because my biological clock was so fucked up after not sleeping properly for 24 hours, that I was in a mood to study!), plus my cousin went out with my housemates to see how British people get wasted on a Friday night, so I had some peace and quiet. 8 days left till I get home for the vacation, and I can barely wait! The good thing is that after the reports are done, I’ll have one week to relax and recycle my nerves.
As for scribbles, I haven’t been very productive lately, I only wrote one verse, so maybe I’ll try and come up with something after I’m done with the other stuff… but I don’t guarantee it!