The week in which many odd things happened.

So the main things that happened that have been odd from week 6 of university;

1. I recovered from a cold quickly.
2. I actually finished something before the deadline.
3. Tuesday night turned into a 'story book' night.

And now I shall discuss these all in semi-great detail.

So- as some of you no doubt know, I have an auto-immune condition  and have had it since 2010. This means that whenever I get ill with something like a cold, I end up having it for over a week and end up with at least one day in bed sulking about my cold/sleeping.

This time however, I seem to have gotten over this cold in the space of 4 days. Which led me to conclude my immune system has returned slightly. Yey! But this is all good because it saved the worry of 'HOW AM I GOING TO WRITE 1500 WORDS WHEN I'M SO ILL???' panic that I thought would occur.

So, yes, 1500 word dissertation submission that was due in on the 2nd- I finished it on the 31st, 2 days before it was due! And yeah, alright, I did saunter off from the original intention of the essay, which was to do a tv review of the first 3 series of Doctor Who. It kind of mutated into 1778(ish) words of what I want to do with the material I have got so far from Dr Who. Thank goodness it didn't have an upper word count!

But, I must confess the essay was not emailed into university until the early hours of the day of the deadline, because I was still editing it. But I'd decided to leave the essay alone until Thursday evening to check it made sense, knowing me it probably still doesn't, yet this isn't the point! The point is that it is handed in and now I can shift my focus to alternate between all my modules. Which shall be discussed later on.

And finally- Tuesday night, also known as Pre-Halloween flat party. Which was, for a number of reasons completely and utterly bizzare. Now don't get me wrong, it was a good night and one that I will remember university for. But being a person who is not supposed to consume very much alcohol, I ended up being the only sober in the flat. Or, actually, it would be better to describe myself as the only 'not drunk' in the flat.

Firstly it was bizzare because, halfway through the night we had an invasion of Zombies! It was quite hilarious, they came into the kitchen in packs of two or three. So we didn't realise how many people where in the flat until the kitchen was full of zombies. Now our flat has a big kitchen, so that is a lot of people! So many, that Sars and myself sauntered into the hallway to lock our rooms. Thankfully though, the zombie invasion was a short one and they all left after 5 minutes for another party somewhere.

Secondly, I had the most bizzare heart to heart with one of my housemate's who was so drunk he actually cannot remember the fact we had this heart to heart. It was quite an interesting night. We ended up going out for a walk to have this discussion in private, which ended up in mass declarations of how awesome I apparently am. And the repeated hugs. I nearly died from being hugged to death. Needless to say the going outside, which I did in part to sober up said housemate didn't work as they proceeded to carry on drinking before vanishing into their room in the middle of the night and to not be seen again until late the next day with a hangover.

Finally, I ended up having a morbid conversation with someone about the fact that when we die, we will now leave an imprint of ourselves on the internet for future generations to read and have a glimpse at. Which, is a topic for another blog, but it was an odd thought and I did ponder why I have never thought about this before.

So yeah, bizzare week all round.

Here's to next week, in which lots of visits are occurring. Ok, 2...