Last weekend me and Steve went out to the countryside and spent the Saturday evening with our friends at our standard pub. It's worth mentioning that this probably started out as a small pub that later added extension upon extension as it got more popular. So when you walk into the pub there is a small area with tables and a TV for whenever football is on, and then the area somehow decreases in size the further in you go and eventually it's just a long bar counter and enough space to stretch one of your arms as you're waiting for a drink. Follow that bar counter long enough and it eventually gets bigger and suddenly there's a set of stairs that leads down to a decently sized dance area. To walk from one end of the pub to the other takes at least five minutes because it's so crowded and the pathway connecting the drinking area to the dance floor is so narrow. In saying that, everywhere is a drinking area for Northern Irish party-goers.
Yesterday my lectures started again and it feels good to see my classmates. All my coursework is being done on time (and if I keep it up, ahead of time) which is good because I received my exam timetable last week. My two exams are located on a Saturday and the following Monday. That gives me one full day to revise in between them, and just means that I have to start revising a week earlier than I planned. I also have a presentation to give on Friday and I couldn't possibly be more nervous about it. It's the first presentation I've ever given in English (that wasn't during an English class back in secondary school) and I can barely speak any language at all when I get nervous.
Lastly, I've decided to try to drink more water. Sometimes after sitting down by the laptop for longer periods of time (studying, of course) I get a terrible head ache when I stand up. I think it might be dehydration because I barely drink anything during the day. Unfortunately I really can't stand the water in Belfast. It tastes strange to me and that's probably because it's soft water rather than hard water. So instead I bought sugar free squash that I drink. I feel like I'm eight years old drinking squash juice, but at least I'm getting lots of water!
My boyfriend's sister ran 10 kilometers this Sunday. We started running at the same time last year, but I stopped once I moved back to Belfast and she didn't. Her running has motivated me to get started again. If only the couch wasn't soo comfortable... I could probably go on writing about absolutely nothing, but I really need to write another 700 words in a real assignment before the end of today.