I've been living in winter for the last eighteen months now. Isn't March, like, the point where it's supposed to get better? Not utterly ridiculous?

Yesterday morning I got the bus to campus. The weather was unpleasant as I waited (an excessive amount of time) to board. Snowflakes clung to and soaked through my long-sleeve and stuck to my glasses so steadfastly I had to remove them in order to see. Nonetheless, when the (stupid, evil) bus disgorged Emma and myself a ten-minute walk from the university, we were able to perform it without difficulty.

At four in the afternoon, Sleeve rang to let me know the buses back to Whitstable had stopped running. Ah well, I thought, and called Bryn, who'd said he'd come and visit me in the evening, asking if he could give me a lift. He was snowbound, though.

I thought about trying to head back some other way (taxi? the long-winded bus route? the longer winded train route?) or begging someone in Canterbury for somewhere to stay for the night. But I couldn't be bothered to head out in that weather, and in any case, I felt energetic enough to spend the night in the computer room, writing.

My energy failed me at 2 and I spent a couple of hours dozing in the toilets. Highly pleasant, but at least free from any hassle security might give me (as I'm not supposed to be on campus, much less using the computer room, and I definitely shouldn't be using it as a free hostel). I waited until it was light, passing the remaining time trying to work my way out of Major Mental Quandaries (with little joy) and reading online friend Jess's novel (with lots of joy), then headed outside, to see what the odds of the buses running were. (Theoretically, I could have asked the college receptionists, but I think they'll remember me and realise I graduated two years ago.) I could see the snow lay thickly on the grass, but it didn't seem to be falling anymore: perhaps that on the roads had melted a bit?

HA! The ground was more slippery than I've ever seen it. I headed for the road, falling and grazing my elbow, but while the road was safer to walk on, it was covered with white. A vehicle inched its way along it. It started snowing again. I really didn't think there was much chance of there being a bus.

So now what? I could really do with some sleep at some point, you know, and food that doesn't come from vending machines would be nice too . . .


Later

Ooh, I love karma! Oxford University want to interview me! On Wednesday! METAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!!!

(Ok, not metal, per se, but it serves nicely as an expression of pure joy.)

I just hope I've managed to escape from UKC by then . . .


Later Still

I might even manage to look vaguely respectable for the interview despite my lack of sensible shoes and non-black clothing, since my Mummy has sent me both.

I managed to escape from campus via bus. The driver even accepted my ticket from the previous day!