The Nightmare After Chrismas

Finally, it’s here. The conclusion of The Nightmare Before Christmas saga, which began with the very first post of the blünderbar. If you haven’t read the previous parts, I suggest that you start here, and come back later. It’ll make more sense. Christmas Day was filled with the unavoidable squabbles and fallings outs that occur when enough relatives get together, but this year it was like Christmas was going to come late, as what I was really looking forward to was Eleanor’s birthday. She had organised a sit-in at her house, which meant that everyone (that’s Rene, Jane, Elliot and even Helen) was going to be there.

Stomach Pains

Exams were over, and so I expected the drinking and clubbing of Freshers to return. However, before I knew it, my flat disappeared, and there was a strangely high number of middle-aged to older people around campus. So liver problems were substituted with culture, and the Warwick Student Arts Festival was ready to oblige. A couple of friends were involved in the belly dancing, so another friend, Jay, and I went to watch them. 

Two Birds, No Stone

The music festival introduction was a chance for everyone to get to know each other. Granted, I didn't take this opportunity and just sat there quietly, but one girl did catch my eye. A casual bit of Facebook stalking later, (don’t judge me, I bet you do the same) and I felt that the next time I saw her, I’d have the confidence to start a conversation. This didn't happen for another two weeks.

blünderette: Who's Calling?

Without a break after the end of my first year at university, I volunteered at a music festival. I hadn't met many of the volunteers as I’d mostly been locked in the basement alone with senior members of staff, but on the opening night, I decided to turn on the charm. While walking around in a small group of volunteers, we were asked by one man what time a particular event was to start. As we were all really incompetent, none of us knew and so one of the girls I was with gave him her number (why she didn't take his instead I don’t fully understand). After he had left, the girl joked that if he turned out to be ‘a creep’ who wouldn't stop calling her, she would ‘cut his balls off’.

The Bitter End

Yes, I know they're sour, not bitter

That’s it. My first year of university is over and I managed to get out of it with only a few mental scars – well, maybe a physical one as well.

I hope you've enjoyed the blog so far. While my personality will probably lead to more blünders throughout the holiday, if this doesn't happen, I’ll try and post something here every week, hopefully something more interesting than haikus. In the meantime, I’ll be polishing off The Nightmare Before Christmas, as well as the rest of my first year events. Apologies if this post comes across a little like those F.R.I.E.N.D.S episodes that everyone hates, the collection of old clips, but please stick with me.

I've got a load of term 3 stuff coming up, but as the stakes were raised I've got to wait for the dust to settle before they’ll appear here. However, the final night of my final term was uneventful as most people had left, so I’ll finish this post with little bits about the final nights of terms 1 and 2.