tomorrow I’m going house-hunting.
with my future housemates.
I mean, seriously, what the fuck?
this whole growing up thing is weird and cool.
and for a change, it doesn’t scare me.
I’m happy and excited and generally just good.
Just got given my first coursework since I’ve been at uni.
The specification is written in narrative, with a tone similar to a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure story, and so far I’ve spotted at least one Half-Life reference.
I like Computer Science at uni.
I’m really fucking happy right now. I’m settling in to uni and the course isn’t too mindblowingly difficult and my lecturers are cool and most of the people in my flat have formed like this big family and it’s really fun.
Last night was particularly nice, like we just stayed home in the kitchen and some people were drunk and some people were completely sober and some people were tripped-as-fuck on other stuff and we were all just having fun and it was just so nice.
Also I auditioned for the theatre society’s Comedy of Errors on Saturday and the audition went really really well and I just got asked for a callback and the other people in the theatre society were really fun and just my kind of people so that’s good too.
I’m kidding really. They’re mostly pretty awesome. Tonight there were a couple of parties going on on other floors, whose idea of a good time seems to be to cram seventy people into a kitchen where ten people would be a crowd, and then shout a lot.
We decided that was a shit idea, and took the swivel chairs out of our rooms and raced up and down the corridor, and then sat in our kitchen on them, getting to know each other better.
Freshers: we’re doing it right.
If you only knew me from my tumblr, you could assume I was a slightly hipster fangirl who occasionally gets all opinionated about politics and/or religion.
If you only knew me from my twitter, you could assume I was a sarcastic twat.
If you only knew me from my facebook, you could assume I was an antisocial hermit who only comes online to occasionally post troll comments on people’s statuses.
The best bit is, all of these assumptions would be pretty damn accurate.
It seems to be one of the three days a year that my blog goes all political on yo’ ass.
Apologies. The normal service of inappropriate GIFs, kitten photos and Zooey Deschanel will resume just as soon as I’m done getting my proverbial knickers in a twist.