I've been indoctrinated. There's not other way to describe it. I am now addicted to rowing. It's probably coz this last week I totally nailed the steering and I WON A RACE!! I subbed into one of the women's boats after they lost their cox and we annihilated the opposing team! And am now completely overexcited at the prospect of Fairbairns next Thursday *waves arms and jumps around* I'll probably post a huge, rambling journal about that next weekend to bore you all senseless with my inexplicable enthusiasm for pushes for 10 and stroke rates. Woo!

Anyway, forward! to things that might be interesting to the majority of the world who have not been brainwashed into fanatical boaties. Christmas is comiiiing! Two days till December, 6 days till I go home . . . I am therefore HAPPY. Much as I love rowing and my friends here and (some) of my lectures I am SO ready to be at home. 8 weeks might not seem like much to to people who go to sensible unis, but 8 weeks in Cambridge is like having your brain pounded incessantly with giant parsnips (don't know where that simile came from) and by this stage every student here permanently half asleep and partly incoherent. 4-5 weeks of recovery await woop woop!
Things I'm looking forward to more than you can imagine:

* My own bed
* My mother's cooking
* Having all my books
* Being able to sleep as long as I want every day
* Havig an oven and a hob - not having them is more irritating than I could've previously believed - so I can BAKE
* SEEING MY FRIENDS BACK HOOOME!!!! I miss you . . .

Anyway. I've got 6 days to wait. 6 days that involve Christmas dinner, Novice Fairbairns, 8 lectures over three of them, and a three hour drive to get home. Fun times.

I might make a journal skin over Christmas too. I want to be prettyful.

But for now I suppose I'll say do svidania i ia liubliu i skuchaiu vas xxx