walking home answering the questions I gave shite responses to over in my head…
ie. what are your interests? running.
Certainly not math! not cycling! not taking photos! not cooking bizarre stuff! not hiking! not slugs! not climbing trees! not anything to do with music! not anything but running! GAH, COURTNEY!!!
Check us out—5 countries and 5 languages represented in one flat. I’ve learned a lot and had some wonderful experiences this year thanks to each and every one of these lovely people… like never eat hummus on a croissant in front of the french, never turn down spanish ham, quality mahn is our superhero, Capital will always make you feel better(as will playing franky vincent on repeat until silly o’clock), jam sessions are always great even once Alejandro has put our egos to shame, Oliver will always be burrowed in a shoe when he gets out, the best nights are made of bike rides until the sun sets followed by dancing until the sun comes up, supergeorge will always do more harm than good, etc., etc.
Now we’ve passed our classes or finished writing dissertations or graduated and 107QMD a.k.a. BeachHaus a.k.a. The Bike Hotel is emptying out, and I’ve been left with all of the duvets. Anyone want to help make a nest? This is lonely. I want all of the friends back.
Will be running around the university this afternoon to recreate scenes from Chariots of Fire in support of Glasgow’s 2018 bit to host the Summer Youth Olympics. Sounds fun