This will most likely be my last entry from the University of Wales in Aberystwyth computer lab. It's been quite a semester here, lot's of ups and downs. I packed up my room yesterday and moved practically everything (well, everything that I didn't throw away really) to Mark's house in Stourbridge. That was an odd feeling. It was especially odd when I got back into town here and my room was eerily bare. I may have trouble going to sleep tonight. Hopefully, the alcahol I drink tonight will put me out.
Tomorrow morning I turn in my key and move on to a month of living out of my backpack (as if the whole semester hasn't felt like that in a slight way). At least Alec will be coming out to travel with me, that should be pretty fun. And he's bringing my Mom's banana bread.
Incedentally, Stourbridge, which is just southwest of Birmingham (and directly south of Wolverhampton), is the original romping grounds of Ozzy Ozbourne. It's scary to think that there's a whole community of people that sound just like that guy, but there you have it, and I'm in the middle . . .