I'm sorry I haven't written in ages, I'm just feeling really strange about coming home and have been neglecting my blog. Like the title says, I only have six more days of work which is absolutely mad. This weekend is the last weekend I have to spend time in Lancaster and the following Saturday I'll be headed to the Manchester airport for a long night of sleeping on my suitcases with Annika keeping watch (she won't sleep in the airport because she thinks "someone will rob us"). I feel especially homesick when I'm skyping with someone (Kel and Kam mostly) and then I feel like I want to stay in England when I'm hanging out with my friends here. I guess it's good though... I have two things that are so good, I can't decide where I want to be. That's a pretty good situation when you think about it.
A few weekend ago, Cathrine and I went to Leeds which is in Yorkshire and about a 2-hour train trip. We went there to go to a dubstep show at Leeds Uni. It was really fun but it got over at 4 AM and, since me and Cathrine are crazy, we stayed until the end, got on a train at about 6 AM and came back to Lancaster. I think we went to bed at about 11 AM or so. We slept all day, as you can imagine. However, it was so great, we're doing it again this Thursday! Charlotte is going home on Wednesday to go see Glee in concert so I have Wednesday to Saturday without work.... so plenty of time to recover from our second trip to Leeds.
The weekend immediately before my 21st birthday was Parklife Festival, which is in Manchester. Originally it was just me going and meeting Sarah Kinney there, but Cathrine, who had an exam on Saturday, decided to come after her exam and go to the second day of Parklife (Sunday). It was really cool, a lot of really good artists there, BUT on Sunday it was raining like crazy and the park we were in turned into a mud pit. Saturday it was full of grass, but by Sunday night you couldn't see green anywhere. The highlight of the trip for me was seeing Skrillex, who is an American dubstep producer, in a tent. It was insane.
We stayed at a hostel outside of Manchester in a place called Kiersley. The hostel was called "the Grapes" and was just a couple rooms above a pub. The weird thing is that on Saturday night after the festival and after the after party... at about 4 AM... we were waiting at a bus stop to get back to Kiersley and these two drunk guys who were quite a bit older than us started trying to chat us up. They asked where we were going and I said "Kiersley" and they just about died out of astonishment because that's where they were going too. We told them we were staying at "the Grapes" and they seriously did not believe us at first because, as one of them said, "My mate owns that pub!" Long story short, they ended up paying for a taxi for us all to share and they went home and paid the taxi driver to take up to the pub. Ha! Pretty great.
Anyways, that's really all that's new. If anything exciting happens in Leeds this week, I'll be sure to post it. Sorry no picture, I didn't take my camera to the festival because I worry that it will get ruined...
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