Strange

Hi everyone/no one. Apologies for any terrible spelling tonight, but my mind needs some sharpening. I blame the sugar, it does terrible things to the mind.

Just a few odds and ends happening really. Started most of my new modules this week. They all seem fine, except for Geological Mapping. My goodness that subject is really difficult, but its amazing what you can deduce from looking at the surface as to what goes on underground. But is it really neccessary to have a 3 hour practical on a Friday? Probably. I'll let it slide. At least I get Tuesdays off again, woohoo!

Haven't got back my Geology exam results yet, but in both Geog ones I got 75% which ain't too bad.

Weekend was pretty good. Felt extremely bored on Saturday, so I decided randomly to get the train somewhere. Its such a class thing to do. Looked for the first train leaving Piccadilly, which happened to be to Chester. Journey was beautiful, if a little slow. We seemed to stop everywhere. But yes, the Cheshire countryside is very pretty in places. Didn't really have much time to look around the city itself, as the journey took so long. Still, it seemed quite pleasant and a bit posh, apart from some unsavoury characters in the streets. Thankfully the train back was much quicker.
On Sunday, it was the first hike of the year, up to the lake district again only this one was pretty rubbish. There was a thick fog across the ENTIRE Northwest. Not kidding, so I couldn't use the camera feature to take some pics for Mum and dad. And our navigator got us lost, we ended up going down the wrong valley and so were about 5 miles from the coach as the sun was going down. Our group was knackered when we got back.

Can anyone help me out? Whilst walking back to the halls through Rusholme aka The Curry Mile aka 'the place where lots of Black and Asian people live'(not my words!) I saw the most bizarre ritual taking place in the road. From a distance I could hear chanting, drumming and a flailing of arms. As I got closer I saw two seperate circles of Asian men standing bare chested in black pants. There were no drums, these men were chanting and beating the palms of their hands hard into their chests in a slow rhythmic way. It was quite painful to watch, these men each had two massive red marks on their chests where they were beating themselves, and more bizarrely, every single man had what seemed like whip mark scars across their backs. I presume they were Muslim as the women were holding placards in Arabic, and decorated models of Mosques. If anyone knows what festival this was, please tell me, sorry if this is irrelevant waffle, but I just had to write it down. It was such a bizarre thing to witness.

And speaking of unusual happenings in Rusholme, last week while walking through with Emma, a girl from my course, we saw a man die. He had collapsed outside the job centre, his eyes lifeless, his face a pale yellowish tinge. It was such a weird thing to actually see someone die. I've seen dead people before, my grandparents being the first time. But it wasn't as spooky as I thought it would be. I guess we all have to go sometime. I'd personally prefer that it wasn't outside a jobcentre with a can of cider in my hand, but hey to each their own.

Haven't decided whether to go out tonight. The rest of Little 7 corridor is going to Robinski's tonight for the Vodbull special- doubles are £1.80. But the queues are always massive to get in, and its raining hard, so I'm not too sure I want to queue. Might just go to bed and read instead. Or settle in with a nice tub of Ben n Jerry's. Mmmmmmmm.