Back in Sheffield

I'm back in Sheffield now. Sat in the room I grew up in, the walls still decorated with the blue and white paint I chose when I was 10, along with the border of ships and planes that I thought was great 16 years ago. But there the similarity to the room I grew up in ends. It's now more of a store room with a bed and my Mum and Dad's computer in it than anything else. And I'm having to use that computer since my powerbook won't connect to their aol service and if you try and do more than one thing on it at a time, it crashes. Which made one of my friends comment that it is obviously a bloke! If this is true, then maybe I finally understand what you women have to put with from us, since this is now the third time I've tried to write this entry and each time I tried to coax a bit more life out of it, it crashed. If this is what it's like to try and cope with a bloke, I can only apologise.

The trip from Edinburgh to Sheffield went fine. Alastiar kindly drove me and my small amount of possessions in the Granton Minibus and Sam and Hannah kindly kept us company on our road trip. It was all good, if tinged with the usual boredom of long distance driving, which was relieved with a bizarre game where we listened to Hannah's ipod and had to mime to the others the lyrics of the song so they could try and guess what it was, especially funny when Hannah tried it!

It's very strange suddenly having absolutely nothing to do. No essays (hurrah!), no clubs, no meetings, no work, nothing. All I have to do is lie in and catch up with friends, so it's obviously going to be a hard three weeks! The boredom is of course put off since I get to talk to some wonderful people, both here and in the strange world of msn.

Last night I got to go out with two of those wonderful people, Tina and Zoe. We went to the forum, which I love, for some Salsa dancing, which I in no way love. Don't get me wrong, I love the music, I just have an ineptness at dancing that is surprising considering the great sense of rhythm I have when it has nothing to do with dancing. Luckily though, Zoe wasn't particularly excited about the dancing, and Tina, whose idea it was, was still too tired from her previous night out to do anything but sit, drink and chat. Which we did, and had great fun. I won't recount the conversation, but I will give you my favourite (anonymous) quote of the night:
"I always used to hear my parents having sex, just not with each other!"