Thursday, 14 June 2012

In which Max finishes university

Then he may play on his harp in peace,
In a world such as Heaven intended,
For all the bitterness of man must cease,
And every battle must be ended ..

Holy nuts, it's been nearly a month since I wrote on here.

University has officially finished. The last academic essays I will hopefully ever write have been submitted, the last exams completed and arrangements made for graduation. The relief and happiness of finishing it all totally outweigh any bittersweet feelings or nagging doubts about the future that I anticipated last September. For myself at least, there's a kind of warm stoicism surrounding it all: what has been done is done. Nothing can change it, thus it shouldn't incur any feeling of regret or "what if". 

This celebratory period has however entered it's twilight days, and the real world is gonna bitch slap me into something of substance around the 1st of July, when I will have handed in the keys to my Leeds house and severed all ties to the slovenly, wondrous life of the pre-graduation-ceremony graduate. I think my friend Jazz summed up this time the most succinctly, something to the close effect of "all I've done since finishing is drink alcohol and eat cake".

In addition to drinking and eating cake (I almost wrote 'caking' there, let's make that catch on), I've been to a drag party, ruined my body clock and watched lots of stuff on the internet. I've now become far too keen a slave to Game of Thrones after me and Anya watched the first series in about two days. For any US fans of Thrones, the whole show is a pretty accurate depiction of the North-South relations in the UK, complete with the correct accents. Winterfell is Yorkshire.

Oh yeah, and I made a tit out of myself again. I ran into someone I knew the other day and we had the briefest of brief hello's while on our respective ways to places. Then he said "have a good night" but I first heard it as "how are you mate?". So I said "yeah, not bad. How are you?". And that's where it got awkward.

To recap our conversation:

Him: "Have a good night"

Me: "Yeah, not bad. How are you?"