Day two - I can't write a blog. What am I blogging? My political opinions are inexperienced; my knowledge of the world is underdeveloped and my thought process is aimless more often than I am ready to admit.

Oh, but for perseverence, heroics and something else admirable. I will march on.
If anything, I will try and keep up a blog because I should be able to keep up something if it isn't going to be yoga.

I managed to find today the nearest Tesco in all its Walmart-esque glory. It demands a twenty-something minute walk to the Salford shopping centre. If you can imagine what Walmart is like in Canada on Christmas Eve, or perhaps in the candy aisle at 4:30 on Halloween afternoon, then you've just imagined a Tesco when it is quiet. It is true that England is an island with a considerable amount of people, but it must be the explanation for the swarms of people I've encountered every time I've been into a grocery or apartment store. It actually might have been a nice change from the seclusion I'm experiencing at the student village.

Who would have thought I belong to the minority of people who've decided to show up for school more than a week before it actually begins.

Fresher's Week starts on Monday. I'm an undergraduate and I am new to the school, but I don't think I qualify as a Fresher. I do have going on four years of post-secondary school under my belt--but something tells me not being a Fresher isn't going to exclude anyone from particpating in the activities. Activities being, from what I can gather, parties.

I have hope in the fact that eventually my days will consist of more than this room, and hopefully then I will have something more to consider than this small world that is Room 27. I've been weighing whether or not it would be worth decorating in a limited way. On one hand is a long four months, on the other is just how temporary this situation really is. Be it either functionality or an attempt to decorate, I bought a throw today at Wilkinson's. I considered my options: white, brown or red. Actually, I considered my options more than was really required, but at the time it seemed important.

The bedding is cream, so white is out.
Hm, red or brown. They are both Fall colours-that's convenient.
Brown might be drab. Red could be vibrant. Brown won't show dirt. This particular red might wash me out (in case anyone is considering my complexion while I sleep? How frightening is that?).
I went with brown deciding that it was actually a chocolate brown, remembering how that particular colour is really in this season. How rich.

As I consider it now, tossled on the edge of my cot...ahem, bed...it really isn't possible for a 6 pound, polyester-fleece, brown square of fabric to ever appear rich in the dorm room of student housing.

Regardless of its socioeconomic status, it still won't show the dirt.