Lazy Monday

I have been sitting in front of my computer for a good hour trying to figure out what to write without luck.  Lately my life hasn’t been very interesting.  This weekend was mostly spent with me in bed, feeling sick. Today, Monday, has been the first day that I have woken up and been able to function properly. Still accompanied by a slight cough I, for the first time in days, woke up at a reasonable time, not on my own to be perfectly honest. At eleven in the morning I was awoken by the flat supervisor knocking on my door. She was asking me if there was any

mold growing in my room. Thankfully there wasn’t any in my room, although the same cannot be said for two of my flat mates. John’s room was so damp and wet we have all started to call in the aquarium. He had to leave his door open last night because his room smelled so gross and felt like you were breathing underwater.

            Going back to the supervisor, I was still asleep when she came in and I am a deep sleeper so even though she was one of those people who just naturally projects their voice she did not wake me up until she was banging on my door. I here them talking in the hallway so I know that it’s not one of my flat mates trying to wake me and also if it were one of them they would knock once and then just invite themselves in.  I wrap myself in a blanket, stumble to the door and open it. I am greeted with a bright light and a loud “Good Morning!” and with both of those combined my reaction probably made me resemble something close to caveman. She walks in and looks around and goes “So where is the mold in your room?” I don’t even have enough time to answer before Justin goes “No, the other room with mold in it is Johns.” To conclude the story I was woken up for no reason. So I did what I always do when I have nothing to do during the day and I’m still sleepy, I crawled back under my blankets and feel asleep.

            I woke up at about one later in the afternoon and not because I was done sleeping but because I halfway woke up, looked at the clock, noticed it was one, grumbled to myself, and then forced myself out of bed. No one was in the flat so I did not even bother making myself look even mildly presentable, walked into the kitchen and made some coffee. It was a relaxing morning, well afternoon.

            I did not end up getting dressed till about four and the only reason I did put on clothes and make up was because I really wanted ice cream and going to the corner shop in my floral pajamas is probably not the best idea. Accompanied by my giant winter coat I left for the corner shop. On my way there I ran into a guy named Aijalon. Aijalon also lives in K block and is studying abroad from Detroit. We conversed briefly about our class together and then I asked him if he would like to come to the shop with me, up for the ride he said yes and we started thee five-minute walk. When we got back I invited him to come over and just chat with all the flat mates, so he put his groceries away and then came right on over. Well all just sat in the kitchen and talked for a while until he had to leave due to the cold he has been fighting for the past couple of days.

            I went back in my room and skyped some of my friends form back home. One who lives in California and the other who is at school at High Point University. It was really good to talk to them, especially my friend in California. It is a lot harder to talk to her because the time difference form here to there is eight hours. So finding a time that works for both of us that isn’t some odd hour is almost impossible. The one downfall to talking to her is that afterwards I did feel a little homesick and held myself my very own pity party for a couple minutes.

            Later that night I’m sitting in my room when someone knocks on my door, now as I said before my flat mates usually knock while proceeding to enter my room, so when I said “Come in” and I saw the door handle hesitate slightly I was a little confused and said “Come in” again. Timidly, in walks one of the British friends we have made since being here. Walking in he says, “The front door was open so I just let myself in”. I’ve found the Brits don’t really knock much.

            The night ended with all of us sitting in the kitchen chatting away about pretty much everything. Nights like these are what remind me how much I love England and how sad I am going to be when I have to say goodbye.