seems only yesterday I blogged about the numerous alarms that go off in my flat every morning. It's been wonderful lately, as my flat mates are in the midst of moving out, so the flat - far from its usual chaos - has been silent.
Last night was the final Abridged evening of the fresher year, complete with crispie cake and pizza. Walking into the kitchen I almost died, as for the first time in weeks one of my flatmates was in there - looking just as surprised to see me.
I don't suppose it mattered much, as Laney and I only left my room to fetch the pizza, and Kajal (my flatmate) spent most of the time packing. This morning, I was woken by my classtime (7am) alarm, followed shortly afterwards by the echoey sounds of Leona Lewis blasted from across the hall.
When the music went off, I thought the flat would be quiet, but apparently not: My phone alarm decided to signal right at that moment.
It's ironic all right.
Saturday 31 May 2008
A comedy of sirens
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2 comments:
that must be sweet. Having the whole place to yourself. At this minute I am sitting with three of my siblings who invited themselves into here.
hell yes - the only trouble, as i've discovered is that on the off chance someone reappears it scares the crap out of you.
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