So, I got into my house okay (though said housemate never turned up to collect his key - but we’ll worry about that later). Now I have the fun job of sorting out bills etc. Luckily, the previous tenants never cancelled their internet subscription, so I’m just going to phone up and renew it in our names or something. 

The Uni didn’t bother to tell us who our utility suppliers are, so I’m just going to register with some new ones tomorrow - then I need to get a TV license, but as you have to pay upfront I’m reluctant to do this without “said” housemate because the way things of gone I’ll never get his share of the money for it. And they’re not cheap. We’ll just have to survive without a television until he arrives.

Oh well, aside from house stress everything is going surprisingly well - it’s a little strange being back, and I only bought one set of bed sheets because I’m a fool, but it’s good to be in Brighton again. And I’m off to eat roasted food with a Canoeing friend tonight that should be pretty yummy. Got to love the Sunday roasts!

I’m heading down to Brighton today, hopefully everything will sort itself out by tomorrow and I’ll have a home to go to :S
Of course this means I’ll be without internet for a while, so they’ll be no updates/love from me sadly Hopefully we’ll get it installed nice and quickly.

Why is it that when one thing goes wrong, everything else starts going badly too?
I was due to have my driving test today, but alas - I had to cancel because my driving instructor has disappeared from the face of the planet and is refusing to get in touch with me. So that means I lost £60. Pretty irritating.

And so of course, because one aspect of my weekend went badly, I just had to recieve a phonecall from my University telling me that one of my housemates still hasn’t paid his deposit and signed our contract. If it isn’t done before Friday I’ll officially be homeless. That’s two days away. Let’s also not forget that this was supposed to have been done months ago in May, and surprise surprise, it still isn’t done. Forgive me for feeling skeptical, but I’m not looking forward to the prospect of homelessness. If my “housemate” doesn’t get this done tomorrow, I might just hurt him. A lot. And then refuse to speak to him ever again.

The worst part is that my parents have hired a car to take all of my stuff down on Saturday. Now because my Uni is pretty useless too, I won’t actually find out until Saturday if I’m allowed to move into the house which I have a paid deposit for. By which time it’ll be too late to take all of my stuff home because a) we live atleast three hours away, and b) my parents are moving too, which means there’s no other day I can get all of my stuff to Brighton.

I want to break something. I have to get all of my stuff packed up and ready today, but I’ve just lost all enthusiasm completely. I’m supposed to be excited about going back, not stressed and worried about it!

I guess I should probably explain why I even have this blog in the first place. Aside from the obvious - I’m jumping on the blogging bandwagon - there’s actually a somewhat valid reason. Or two.

I’ve always been useless at keeping a paper diary, yet I’ve always loved writing and speaking my mind. And no-one can argue that it’s much more fun when people can write back. A blog is just a nice way of expressing my day, and keeping in touch with people who would otherwise be lost. It’s fun, it’s refreshing, and it keeps me out of trouble.

In eight days time I’m heading back to Brighton. I won’t have internet for a while, but as I and my housemate are internet junkies I’m sure it won’t stay that way for too long. I thought this website would be a good way to not only document my final year at University, but also to improve my writing. Who knows, it might even help me pass my degree?

I intend to be alot more focused this year, I’ve managed to pass happily in my first two years - but if I want a half-way decent degree I’m going to have to work hard. The problem is, I’ve never really ‘worked hard’; I’ve somehow managed to get by in school and sixth form and university with only a mediocre effort. It’s not that I don’t try to be focused, I just never seem to be able to stay that way for long. This time however, it really means something. This is the result employers will see when I apply for a job, this is the result people pay attention too - no one really notices your GCSE’s or A Levels once you have a degree. This time I have a reason to work hard. Let’s hope I can transform myself into a bookworm and English geek for just one more year…

These days the word blog often carries with it a certain connotation, a typicality. Preteens with badly designed piczo pages, complete with a glitter image in every colour of the rainbow. One might think they’re delibrilately trying to blind us all and take over the last remaining specks of the sane internet world.

But let’s rewind for a second. Let’s remember that we all started somewhere, even those of us with a phobia of glittering piczos started out on the likes of xanga and freewebs. I began my internet life on Xanga, at the questionable age of 15, and here I am 5 years later - albiet with an empty blog and alot of dust. But I’m still here.

My point is, a blog isn’t just a collection of words and images, splattered around on a page. It doesn’t even have to be particularly pretty. In the slightly less delusional world, a blog is more an extension-of-self; a place where lunatics like me express things we normally probably wouldn’t mention in public.

So here it is. My blog. Let’s make this good.