On Thursday I left Leicester and left student life for good, which is pretty sad if I'm honest. The strangest thing is that despite my room being the witness to so many drunken stumbles home, hysterics, hangovers, mess, illness', toilet papering, and allnighters this year it doesn't show it. Once my room was empty it was like I was never there, just a few sad blue tack marks and the odd bit of chipped plaster from all the things the go on my walls.
I'm now back home in the 'Shire wondering what to do between now and eventualy getting a real job and starting my life as a 'real' person (I hope its not as shit as it looks from the outside).
So . much . time!