This morning we woke up a little later than we planned, but we forgot about the one hour time change. It didn’t matter though. We went out and got on the first tram available. There was this weird guy though that was complimenting Kevin on his pants, and then he would like kick the bus stop and pretend to punch this garbage can. What was really creepy was that he immediately seemed to perk up and jumped on the tram with us when we got on. He went and bought a ticket and sat down next to us and looked at us out of the corner of his eye. I was pretty freaked out because I read that a lot of the muggings and stuff happen on public transport, and we were the only ones on the tram. Once he said “I was born to live” to Kevin in this weird desperate voice I told Chris we should get off and get back on the next one. So we did. When we left the guy was like “hey! I thought we were going to central station!” I think he was up to no good, but he might have been harmless. Who knows. Anyway, we caught all of our correct trains thankfully and finally found ourselves back in Oxford- which felt like home, you know? I went back and just hung around the flat for awhile and then ate some food. I thought I’d take it easy because of my early departure the next morning but my flatmates convinced me to go out one last time because it was my final night. So we did. We went to Thirst and it was actually pretty crowded. Even on a Monday. It’s funny, but I think the weekends are actually less busy for the clubs. Don’t ask me why. Andy and I ate some late night food from this kebab van/stand thing, and then I slept in my Oxford room for the last time.
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