So, what's been happening....
Wednesday came and went alright, except that I had a sore stomach, got woken up twice, and kept up until 3am 'cause of people making noise. Rarrrgh! So I got up asap and went home. It felt really nice to be back and I spent Wed to today there. Doing nothing, and enjoying it.
There was a big panic about my bank account on Thursday morning and we hot footed it to the bank, but I had only forgotton about a transaction I made, which threw it all out of whack. Oops... :s
I've got an article in the uni mag already. The deadline was Wednesday there, so with only a day to go I put forward my review of work experience I did at a tv channel.
It turns out the only person to go to the union yesterday was Stewart - everyone else went home early! Ah well then, I didn't miss out much. What a bunch of party animals we are!
Can you believe Lianne has a presentation to make for class - already! I so can't be arsed with essays and shit, but it has been alright - fun even - brushing up on my french. Oh, and I thought I was going paranoid when my cheese block seemed too big, but I was perfectly sane. Stewart used mine and bought a replacement!
So today, I got back to uni and did a few 'campus errands' which included dropping into the uni mag's office, checking my subject year timetable and notice board, checking out books/prices, collecting mail.
I got cards from Mum and Dad, and Christina (my best mate), and a letter from the accommodation people who need a passport photo! That's as well as the NUS card people too. Rar.
I had lunch in the refectory where there was also a print/poster sale. I couldn't resist and spent a fiver on a Monet and a Dali print. They're so pretty. The Monet is a sunset over the water and the Dali is a rose hovering in mid air.
I've been listening to new music as I took 4 CDs to review. I also listened to them on my shiny new speakers that arrived this morning!
I'm all shivery tonight, even though I have my black cardi on, radiator up full, window closed and been snuggled up in bed for half an hour or more. Hope this tiredness/shiveryness is pms related. Although, a girl exited our flat coughing and managed to breathe in my face. I say 'a girl', as she was visiting Stewart with some others and I don't know her name. And also, the spy hole needs fixed.
So now I have my timetable through, I'm planning Monday already:
12-1 Yoga
2-3 French
9pm Disco
I'm so busy now. You need unending energy for this lark.
x.
Tuesday 2 October 2007
Hang on a minute, I've just realised I dived straight in with this blog, without a proper introduction or really establishing what it's about.
My name, for the purposes of the blog, is Student A. I want to write this like I write to my own diary, so it'll be honest, and my parents being clever computer literate folk, I wouldn't want them reading about all my exploits (which may or may not get racy/thrilling/gobsmacking). So that's why I have my superhero type alias, and also why I don't mention the location or name of the uni. Also, from the start, I took the decision to swap in the names of my flatmates for similar but different names! I was rabbiting on to Rach about how I'd started this blog, and she casually, but somewhat seriously, asked me what I was writing about her. So for the sake of people who might know them, and I'll be writing about all of our collective exploits, I don't want them getting in trouble 'cause I named and shamed them. If they want to write a blog of their own under their own id they can, not my place to.
I'm 18, and have gone straight to uni from school. My course is in the arts faculty, and covers plenty of film, tv, broadcasting, advertising, marketing etc. I'm an only child. My parents are still together and happily married, and have been so for 24 years. I'm currently single. A few hormonal encounters (which turned into sagas of their own) during high school have led me to the decision that uni is for me, my time to experience things, learn, discover a bit more about who I am. Uni is not going to be several years revolving around wanker boys.
I have a sneaking suspicion that first year is going to be the best in terms of free time to soak up the uni life. The coursework won't be too hard yet, and none of it goes towards Honours. Yes, I want to do well and keep my grades up, but I want to make the most of uni before the hard work really kicks in. So I will go to the campus gym, I'll drink in the union, I'll write for the uni mag, I'll go shopping, hang out with my friends, and generally stride around fully confident in the knowledge that I am now a student. And I'm going to make the best of it.
My name, for the purposes of the blog, is Student A. I want to write this like I write to my own diary, so it'll be honest, and my parents being clever computer literate folk, I wouldn't want them reading about all my exploits (which may or may not get racy/thrilling/gobsmacking). So that's why I have my superhero type alias, and also why I don't mention the location or name of the uni. Also, from the start, I took the decision to swap in the names of my flatmates for similar but different names! I was rabbiting on to Rach about how I'd started this blog, and she casually, but somewhat seriously, asked me what I was writing about her. So for the sake of people who might know them, and I'll be writing about all of our collective exploits, I don't want them getting in trouble 'cause I named and shamed them. If they want to write a blog of their own under their own id they can, not my place to.
I'm 18, and have gone straight to uni from school. My course is in the arts faculty, and covers plenty of film, tv, broadcasting, advertising, marketing etc. I'm an only child. My parents are still together and happily married, and have been so for 24 years. I'm currently single. A few hormonal encounters (which turned into sagas of their own) during high school have led me to the decision that uni is for me, my time to experience things, learn, discover a bit more about who I am. Uni is not going to be several years revolving around wanker boys.
I have a sneaking suspicion that first year is going to be the best in terms of free time to soak up the uni life. The coursework won't be too hard yet, and none of it goes towards Honours. Yes, I want to do well and keep my grades up, but I want to make the most of uni before the hard work really kicks in. So I will go to the campus gym, I'll drink in the union, I'll write for the uni mag, I'll go shopping, hang out with my friends, and generally stride around fully confident in the knowledge that I am now a student. And I'm going to make the best of it.
My usual lovely long night of sleep was interrupted by door banging, phone ringing and noise. Most curiously, a sort of rhythmic banging... weird...
Anyway, this morning it was time for introductory talks about the course, I'm leaning towards french instead of history as one of my options. No formal exam, less formal lectures, and less of a workload. Seems logical to me. Will think it over though.
I finally got my matric card sorted, after returning for the third time! So much to-ing and fro-ing. Ridiculous.
If I'm reading the signs correctly, and maybe I'm not, Russ is making little moves on me... Ach, I don't know! When I was washing dishes he came right close at my neck, and it's just little things like sticking his tongue out only at me. Now, I'll say that him and I sparked it off a bit at first, just laughing and talking more, and maybe I kinda like him... but I'm not sure. I mean, all fancying someone is, is the mystery of someone new. I wouldn't say sparks flew, but I find myself flirting a bit back. Trying to stop myself though. Men always get to me.
And in World News... the UN have gone into Burma, which is good. But Burma is apparantly transporting Buddhists from its main city to prisons in the North of the country. Help may be in town, but the anti-democrats just keep on stamping out freedom. Makes me a bit angry actually.
x.
Anyway, this morning it was time for introductory talks about the course, I'm leaning towards french instead of history as one of my options. No formal exam, less formal lectures, and less of a workload. Seems logical to me. Will think it over though.
I finally got my matric card sorted, after returning for the third time! So much to-ing and fro-ing. Ridiculous.
If I'm reading the signs correctly, and maybe I'm not, Russ is making little moves on me... Ach, I don't know! When I was washing dishes he came right close at my neck, and it's just little things like sticking his tongue out only at me. Now, I'll say that him and I sparked it off a bit at first, just laughing and talking more, and maybe I kinda like him... but I'm not sure. I mean, all fancying someone is, is the mystery of someone new. I wouldn't say sparks flew, but I find myself flirting a bit back. Trying to stop myself though. Men always get to me.
And in World News... the UN have gone into Burma, which is good. But Burma is apparantly transporting Buddhists from its main city to prisons in the North of the country. Help may be in town, but the anti-democrats just keep on stamping out freedom. Makes me a bit angry actually.
x.
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