Back!

Hey all. I just got back to Leeds after what was almost a four hour coach trip, and I've just ordered a pizza, so excuse me if this suddenly becomes disjointed when I run down stairs and grab my food!

First of all, my month off has been good. I've very seriously slipped out of the self-preservation habits that I've accumulated over my 6 monthsish of uni so far, but I'm sure I'll pick them up again pretty fast! But it was nice to relax for a while, and not have to think about getting food in or making sure I actually had my cutlery, etc, washed in order to eat! Getting back into the swing is gonna be a bit of a leap!

Second, that coach ride was hell. First of all, I have to wait an hour in the station, cos the next coach along was full, so I waited for my coach, which turned out to be some banger from the 1960s, and had tiny seats, barely big enough for children. When I'd finally crammed my knees into the seats and got sat down, I started to zone out listening to a Penny Arcade podcast, and then suddenly *thump*, *thump*, *thump*, some kid behind me has started to kick my chair, and the parent or grandparent or whatever with him is just going "no... stop that..." in the most feeble voice ever. Eventually, we stopped in Manchester, and that pair got off, only to be followed by a couple with an even younger child. Now, I don't know whether they hadn't bought three tickets, or whatever the situation is with kids on coaches, but there were no allotted seats, so they would have been perfectly able to have one of them sit with the child and the other sit just across the isle from them. Did they do this? Fuck did they. The child spent the entire journey standing on his parents laps, and this left his head at my ear hight, so when he decided that he wanted to spend a full hour screaming, he was screaming right down my ear. I'm sorry, irresponsible stupid parents, your retard-children do not do the funniest things. They're just bloody annoying.
Regardless, after we set off from Manchester, the coach went on for about an hour, and then broke down with the only explination from the drivers being "it's leaking something...". We were then left waiting for thirty minutes for another coach to show up, which was more of a glorified bus, but it thankfully allowed me to position myself away from the screeching kid, and get sat down on my own.

So now, here I am, back at university, ready to relax for the rest of the night and then work like a dog tomorrow. Wa-hey!
'Nuff Said!