Hooked up with some work colleagues and what I thought was going to be fairly average night yesterday. Assumed it would just be making polite conversation with people who I wasn't really sure that I had much in common with, but to my delight it turned into a really funky affair; deep into the night. Plenty of conversations about the course and the people from every conceivable angle threw up the realisation that half of the stuff I was worrying about - everyone else was too, and I wasn't the only person who was very aware that a certain clique had formed and was working against much of the camaraderie generated over our ten weeks together. All the usual suspects weren't out drinking, meaning some of us quieter-types got a chance to actually get a word in edgeways and shine. Didn't pull, hadn't set out to, but dangerously walked the line for a while with a colleague whilst their partner was otherwise engaged. Not one of my brighter ideas.
Anyway, it's the first time in a while that I've really let go since I've been down here. Forgotten. Unwound. I just wish I could stabilise my frame of mind though; these peaks and troughs aren't allowing me to settle in any sense of the word.
Ten weeks had brought us a long way (baby), but all of us have been gasping for air. One week off, and then it's another ten, with the pressure ratcheted up a notch.
Before I go. My hair. I'm fed up with it. It's short, mousy and far too fine and light to do anything with. I mean believe you me, I've tried gels, waxes and everything but I can't give it the volume or hold required. I'm seriously considering shaving it really close in the coming months. Is this another one of my not so bright ideas? I have at least two scars on my head and I hope woudn't look like some complete thug should I go through with it. I suppose at least if it looks completely ridiculous, it grows back. In theory. Hmmm.... Anyway, just a thought. Opinions please.
Other than that; t-minus 48 hours. Right, where's my rucksack?