Yay. Fun weekend! My good friend , who had been gone for AGES, got back from New Zealand! and he came to the BBQ we were at, at which there was much beer, beef, and RIBS! Lots and lots of RIBS! (dammit, why are RIBS! so difficult to eat? I kept hurting my jaw on the damn things). It was excellent to see an old friend again (he's one of my oldest friends from uni, who I've known since something like my second day in Southampton, we even dated for a short while when we were Freshers, he owns the title of Most Awesome Ex Ever, and we spent many memorable and hilarious hours sitting around in the pub/psychiatric ward waiting room/Games Workshop/kebab shops during the time we were both in first and second year) and to hear that he's moving back to town.

One of my other old friends, who I've known about as long, is moving away though He had also vanished for a really long time (due to being overworked rather than having left the country), I bump into him randomly on campus and he says he's moving to another university to do his Masters. Also, my oldest friend, Iggi is moving away to get a new job. We've known each other since we were 12/13 and, in the whole time, there's only been one year in total during which we weren't in the same town/educational establishment. It's gonna be so weird without her here. *Sniffle* It's the end of Third year, and a lot of people I've spent my uni days with are going away - back home, to other universities, jobs etc. I graduate too but I'm staying put, I have (hopefully) postgrad studies to do next year, and if not, I'm staying around anyway, getting a job (or being on the Dole if that fails), and staying with my boyfriend and assortment of chums who are still in Southampton, because I'd rather gouge my eyes out with a cactus than have to leave those guys behind and go back to living in my lonely and boring home village.

Grah...got exams to do next week...may paint this evening to take my mind off it temporarily so I can actually get a relaxed night's sleep. Strange dreams about Andy and me getting kidnapped by smelly submarine pirates, and getting chased by 17 year old chav werewolves with bar stools has caused a number of mornings where I wake up going "WAIT, whut??"

Gah.

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