Hair New Era

Okay, time has seemingly flown by and in two weeks I’ll already be home again.
After over two months here I can boldly say that as far as I’m concerned, culture shock is a myth. And so is home sickness.
And that coming here was probably the best decision of my life. Classes are interesting and challenging and even fun, and everything else is just pure awesome.
One of the things that I love is how almost everyone here listens to the same kind of music I do (The Fratellis, The Virgins, Vampire Weekend etc). But also, when we’re going out then the DJ had better play bad/amazing mainstream songs that everybody knows. Which he fortunately did last night when we went to Kasbah in Coventry (first night spent out of campus for me!). He even played 'All I Want for Christmas Is You'! But the thing with this song is that whenever I hear it, the words that come to my head straight away are not the official ones:

(This version is much better anyway.)
And right after that they played 'California Gurls' to which I was also tempted to sing along with the wrong words.
Anyway, before going to town we attended Cryfield Circles. Circling is a Warwick tradition. Every week sports clubs have a night of sitting in a circle and playing drinking games. Some weeks they have a dress code, and they always have strict rules.
Because we’re that great, we’ve started the first and only block circle (well, Luc has). I’m not going to list all the numerous rules, but they are hardcore (no crossing any limbs (that’s by far the worst one. Not even fingers!), no touching your face, no mobiles etc etc). Which equals the best night in quite a while!
You’ve got to admit there is something brilliant about the British way of partying – start drinking around seven, go out at about ten, get back from the club well before three. Saves time at least.
A weird thing is how I’m now taking it as a compliment when people say I don’t seem as old as I really am. (Should I start lying about my age already?) Basically, I fit right in, and my fears that all 18-year-olds would be majorly immature have not come true in the slightest.
Or maybe it’s just that I’m as immature as they are. In any case, good times.

I’m gonna leave you with a song that I’m currently in love with. Amazing lyrics (and awesome accent! Sucks that I haven’t met any Scottish people here).