Driving home for Christmas...
But not driving, so much...
Apologies for the continual Christmas theme, however this is an advent blog (supposedly) and there's just nothing else going on.
Today was the last day of term, so no participants showed up for the final day of my study (apart from one lass who hadn't completed her dream diary and another who had stamps on her forehead that wouldn't come off. She was embarrassed but said she couldn't remember anything about it. Flaming students), which was a bit of an anticlimax really. I had planned to feel elated: always a daft thing to do. This latest study has been quite demanding. My very final participant also didn't show up, but did email to apologise saying that she would happily meet me in Old Bar at 5.20. I thanked her for this, although reminded her that it wouldn't be worthwhile as we needed an hour in the lab. Hmph.
Anyway after contemplating my PMT-fuelled mood I was dragged to the pub for a Friday pint. Much to my delight (scoff) it was an end of term "Old Bar brings you Christmas early!" party. Just what I needed. My favourite showed off the bar staff: there were the usual Santas, elves and snowmen (one with an amusing unicorn carrot). There was also a large lass in a brown outfit. See below. I couldn't initially tell what she was dressed as. A friend thought it was her normal attire. I think it must have been a reindeer, although without the antlers.
The students were reliably festive. There were scantily clad elves dancing at 21.15. I went home at 21.55. I do not like it. Tomorrow I am to head home to (hopefully) complete my Christmas shopping. I had completed mine in early November as I hate Christmas crowds. However I have to shop on behalf of my father this weekend. Woo. I refuse to go to Leeds as it is too busy and intimidating. At this time of year I do find myself drawn towards home. As to whether it is the seasonal spirit or the fear of big city centres, I'm do not know. I was also sat in the pub earlier tonight dreaming of going to slob on my sofa (not writing this blog, mind). I am revelling in the shorter days and the sanctity provided by my flat from the outside world. Christmas is detestable when out and about. So let's raise a glass to staying in. Cheers!
Moon. xxx
Apologies for the continual Christmas theme, however this is an advent blog (supposedly) and there's just nothing else going on.
Today was the last day of term, so no participants showed up for the final day of my study (apart from one lass who hadn't completed her dream diary and another who had stamps on her forehead that wouldn't come off. She was embarrassed but said she couldn't remember anything about it. Flaming students), which was a bit of an anticlimax really. I had planned to feel elated: always a daft thing to do. This latest study has been quite demanding. My very final participant also didn't show up, but did email to apologise saying that she would happily meet me in Old Bar at 5.20. I thanked her for this, although reminded her that it wouldn't be worthwhile as we needed an hour in the lab. Hmph.
Anyway after contemplating my PMT-fuelled mood I was dragged to the pub for a Friday pint. Much to my delight (scoff) it was an end of term "Old Bar brings you Christmas early!" party. Just what I needed. My favourite showed off the bar staff: there were the usual Santas, elves and snowmen (one with an amusing unicorn carrot). There was also a large lass in a brown outfit. See below. I couldn't initially tell what she was dressed as. A friend thought it was her normal attire. I think it must have been a reindeer, although without the antlers.
The students were reliably festive. There were scantily clad elves dancing at 21.15. I went home at 21.55. I do not like it. Tomorrow I am to head home to (hopefully) complete my Christmas shopping. I had completed mine in early November as I hate Christmas crowds. However I have to shop on behalf of my father this weekend. Woo. I refuse to go to Leeds as it is too busy and intimidating. At this time of year I do find myself drawn towards home. As to whether it is the seasonal spirit or the fear of big city centres, I'm do not know. I was also sat in the pub earlier tonight dreaming of going to slob on my sofa (not writing this blog, mind). I am revelling in the shorter days and the sanctity provided by my flat from the outside world. Christmas is detestable when out and about. So let's raise a glass to staying in. Cheers!
Moon. xxx
posted by Moon @ 10:11 pm
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