Some things never change.

Well, hello! The last time I posted on this blog, I was 17 years old. I’m now 19, but age is just a number, right? I have tried other blogs over the years (I even tried a diary!) but none fit me quite so well as this one always did. A friend of mine starting blogging lately and I got thinking about this here patch of the internet where I used to graze, and so here I am.

I’m not reliable, though, so if the post above is from my 21 year old self, then… I wish I could say ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you’, but the chronology of posts means the warning would be a little belated. Also, we’ve got to start getting to know each other all over again. The main cast of my life has changed dramatically since the last post… in fact, my entire life has changed dramatically. Just a few posts ago I was talking about starting to do my English Literature A Level course in the space of a year in order to study English Literature with Creative Writing at the University of East Anglia…
Well here’s a happy conclusion already! I completely my A Levels, including the English Lit course, with decent grades and I am currently studying… English Literature with Creative Writing at the University of East Anglia!

In fact, this blog post is currently creative procrastination from my Creative Writing part of the coursework, which is due in tomorrow. It’s quite funny to find a post like that, where I can compare Life Then to Life Now. It’s useful especially at times like these where things can be a little stressful, and I just need something to remind me of how much hard work I did to get here, and just to sit back and appreciate how good life is. I completely adore UEA - You’ll get to understand that pretty quickly – which is incredibly fortunate considering I went there with blinkers on, focussed on the course alone, not caring much about night life or social activity. 17-year-old-me was quite naive really, but it all worked out pretty well!

I say this like 19 year old me is any better. She’s not in any way, she's just better at hiding these things!

I mentioned cast members - that’s my casual way of insulting my friends, just mere background to the leading-role of my life – I did actually start to give you a list, but I think we’ll just list people as they appear and you’ll soon learn about the people in my life. Currently (physically, temporally), there’s nobody. I’m sat in the lounge of my (student) house, alone (but not too cold, considering it’s a student house.)

I spoke too soon – Megan and Kay came home and Kerry came downstairs. These are my lovely housemates, who I rent my student house with. Tina, housemate number four, is elsewhere doing drama things (you’ll hear this often.) Kerry just went back upstairs to go to sleep, but Kay and Megan are now faffing around in the kitchen, making packed lunches for the following day. None of this describes how they, or living with them, really is. Although this might, slightly:

Me: Kay, you’ve got a text from Tina. It says you’re a wanker gayface. Yep… yep, definitely says that… wanker gayface. wanker.
Megan: Really?
Me: yep, it definitely doesn’t say you’re a good friend or anything… wanker gay face.
Kay: Jealousy is an illness. Get better soon.

Actually, that portrays Kay as the sharp, witty one… scrap that! Here’s another one:

Megan: Do you remember the other day when Kay asked if I wanted squash… and she asked if I wanted water with it?

That’s more like it! Adios!