People say living in halls is an "awesome social experience you will never forget!"
Since I moved in, I have not met a single soul (okey Maria, who im pretty sure wanted to end our friendship forever when I made her drag my belongings to my room. She disapeared quickly after that. I wonder why.)
I have however heard a couple going at it.
A sign of life IS a sign of life. Im not picky.
But okey, during my 12,5hours of living here. I have been home 45minutes.
(One would think that would be enough time to inhale at least some social experiences. But I guess not.)
Dropped my bags to the floor, screamed some cursewords in swedish when I for the life of me couldnt find my workclothes in the sea of shit and then left my new home, running to make it to Covent Garden in time for work.
I mean, someone needs to sell the people of London shoes. Challenge accepted.