A cloudless sunrise on a crisp day followed by a great sunset; sounds great, but these were sadly not quite enough to make my first ever good Thursday.Yes, it's an inevitable truth, Thursdays are gonna be pretty awful whatever you throw at them. Even a free cooked breakfast in the morning didn't quite set me up properly for the torment that lied ahead.
Luckily, it was an 11am start instead of 10am, but I had solid lessons until five O'clock as ever. This is a slight lie as I got let out of one early; a time filled up by running back home and grabbing the tuba to take it to the other end of campus in twelve minutes flat. I made it by some miracle to my next lesson, but I think I had a small heart attack on my arrival.
I won't go on, I suppose I already have, but tomorrow is the last day so it can't be all that bad. Before I go off to bed, I want to talk a bit about the picture.
You may be able to remember my spoof campaign to become Cartmel 'Fuhrer', posing under my alias, Dick Flannel. I didn't think much to it when all the posters were taken down after the election day passed, but I did notice that one poster had disappeared fairly quickly off the front of one of the buildings, only about three hours after I had put it up; I just put it down to some killjoy, I couldn't have been more wrong.
A friend of mine lives in this building and it has a lift in it, one day when the lift stopped for someone to get on, he noticed the missing poster stuck on someone's bedroom door opposite the lift. This person has declared their love for me on a door shrine, I don't know whether to laugh or run. Oh well, at least they haven't all gone in the bin. If you're out there 'Amy'; I love you too.
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