As the title somewhat describes, this is a sort of diary, not daily, dear God, I'm not that efficient, I can't even keep a cactus alive, you know, the things that don't need any water, food, or any type of looking after whatsoever.
However, it is a record, a record of my first year at university, the University of East Anglia to be exact, studying English Lit. Yeah, I'm an English student, expect this thing to be full of flamboyant and show-y off-y vocabulary. (Sorry, I can't help it.)
It will be frank, and more than likely uncensored, full of the good bits, the shit bits, and all of the stuff in between: the supermarket trips, the vodka shots, the 2am essays and annoyance at the broken washing machines.
Of course, I say it will be full of stuff like that, but I haven't actually got to uni yet, for all I know it could be a wonderfully flowery experience, full of sobriety and perfectly functioning household appliances.
I will post whenever I feel it's appropriate really, I move in on September 20th, so more regularly from then, take a peek if you feel like it. Whether you're a fellow petrified first year, or somebody who just fancies a giggle at what will probably be the misfortune of a teenager living independently for the first time, I hope that you will find some sort of entertainment from it.
Cheers.
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