Second year

It's the last night in Swansea, now, and this year I've met so many incredible people. I can't believe the second year of university in Britain is over! One year left!
Only one measly little year!
It's breaking my cold little stone heart. I love the people here, (well, most of them) they are almost like family. Like a lovely lovely bunch of pervy-minded family members. Those fucking bastards.
Done so much fun, enjoyed this year so much.
Found a bunch of pictures summing it up this year without too many people in them, as asking a buttload of people just before posting this bastard of a post to put them on my blog is too much of a hassle at this moment in time and space. Will probably do one later though, when the need for their attention is unbearable, and another second without will surely make me whither away.

And without sarcasm now...
Ce ça, les photos extraordinaire!
(Because it couldn't get more obnoxious, no. I needed to add that bit of French to make sure I came across a colossal tit.)

Bored

Perils of performing

Sanity

108!

Beach-time wisdom

Townhill Campus

Señor Lemón

A Doll's House! (Literally)

Ciwi the pirate

PILLOW FORT!

Don't blink. Blink and you're dead.

Constitution Hill is blue this early, apparently.

The last couple of days have been sad, the third years are leaving and will probably never see some of them again, which is naturally sad, like it was the year before.
This year's third-years were a lot more sociable than they were last year when they were second years, I noticed. Which I'm happy about, as I got to meet some interesting new characters. Very talented people.
It's mental that we're up now, for Unknown Pleasures and other major projects. I can't believe it's been two years already. It is literally blowing my tiny little mind to pieces thinking about that.

It's been a great fucking year. Of course it's had its fair share of drama, but with this energetic bunch of people this close together... It's bound to happen.
Living with some of them has been pretty annoying at times, but I can honestly say I enjoyed it more than not. All in all it was only the cleaning that was my biggest beef with them. But they are grand as all hell. Love them all to bits.

So, now it is back to Norway, hopefully getting a job for the summer.
I really hope to see my uni family again soon, those wonderful bastards.
Well. Enough soppy for one post.
Will have to write an angry letter next with a lot of swearing to make up for it.
It's not easy being green.