Headlights On Dark Roads

I didn't mean to go out last night/this morning, but I guess it might have been worth it in the end. It was the last event for the school, before it's bar closed down for renovations, so I was dragged out to 'partay it up'.

Afterwards we ended up at a bar outside of uni, in town. I was tired, cold and sober so I wasn't having much fun. As we climbed on the bus to take us back to uni at 2am, a drunken girl from third or fourth year climbed and sat on my lap and her legs on another girl next to me, to make room for others to squish onto the bus (I was sitting on the long chairs at the back). Throughout the bus ride, she was surprisingly coherent, albeit slightly slurred, but she was talking to the girl next to me about a student exchange she came back from. It was like a bloody scene out of a slightly humorous, yet heartwarming movie; I was looking out the window, watching the lights from the uni fly by, as I listened to the girl on my lap talk about how she came back this year to find that all her friends had already graduated, and that it was like 'the world is different'. She explained how the first year at this uni was the best year of her life, and when she arrived back, it just wasn't the same. And like in a TV show like Grey's Anatomy, I realised that the drunk girl on my lap was talking some truth about my own life. I don't want to stay back another year here, and see my friends graduate without me. It's given me some sort of motivation for the next two years of cramming the subject I failed this year. I don't want to be a sad drunk like that girl. Maybe she sat on my lap for a reason, and not because she wanted to get home. Maybe she sat there cause I needed the bit of motivation to get myself going again.

*Name of the TV show of my life fades to screen*

Also, I saw him and he knows my name, much to my surprise.