Tales of Cauntbury, a Chardes Tale

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I'm ashamed of every single one of you. You all gave me all this advice about Uni, such things like 'it'll be really fun', and 'you'll meet some great people', and let's not forget the old standard of 'you'll be fine'. I am absolutely ashamed of ALL of you for not actually giving me the biggest warning I might have needed before I arrived:

Eventually, you will fear people with leaflets!

I've been here a week, and somehow I have approaching a hundred menus, society leaflets, course timetables, general timetables and all the like, and that's not even mentioning the 500 sheets of paper I have for my printer. My table is lost under a sea of these things, and I'm not sure whether to sort them out adn chuck the ones I don't need or just keep them all in case I need them (not sure why that would be though).

But in other news, I can report I have settled in fine, Becket Court itself is lovely (shame about some of the people :P ) and my room is bigger than my one back in TMON, which is a touch I know I'm going to miss come home time. I've done a little bit of that wh0le personalisation thing, and (as a true male student should) I am glad to say that my walls are now bedecked with a poster of 80's nostalgia (Thundercats) and a poster of lesbians (vampires in this case, not that annoyingly clichéd Tanya Chalkin thing...). And then to level those out I have a print of the Metamorphosis of Narcissus on my noticeboard. Though it must be said I am seriously tempted by this

The people are good, my neighbours are funky and the people doing drama I've met so far seem to be funky (even if I am totally jealous of certain Tyler Court residents and their annoyingly massive kitchens) and hopefully everyone else I encounter along this epic voyage of discovery will remain in this similar vein. Freshers Week is a smidge overrated however me feels, but I think that just may be my channelling a certain spirit of Dauvishness

I'll let you know of things as they happen, depeneding on how much work I get (4 hour practicals! WOO!) but I'll definitely be around. Generals anyone?

Now, who's going to be the first to visit? ;)
Chard

Playing: Lemmings/ Theme Hospital
Reading: Hamlet
Listening to: 'Moving to Blackwater' - Reuben
Annoyed with: Myself
Mood: Getting better
Song currently stuck in head: 'Shamandalie' - Sonata Arctica
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'Laid to Rest' - Lamb of God

Bleurgh

Work is dull...

Legibility is overrated,,,,

THe wonderfyul thing abotn being sprawled out on the floor whiole using a computer is that there's so much more space than there is on your bogstandard desk.to be fair this isnt difficult anyway, since my desk in the other room is usualy clogged up with all sorts of random crap: wires, letter, bank statements (should file those) food wrappers empty cups and all the like. However on the floor here thers room to just kick back and refuel, room to laty doew and enjoy all the thingsa the space has to offer. USing this space measnns I can do such random things as, oh I dont know, habving my keyboard and myself at one end of the room and the laptop at the other. THis not only ensures I have plenty of space but also that everything I type I cant see, thus rendering mistakes far more liberal to appearance in these pagse. It's quite odd, typing to an unseen screen, thuogh it doews present its problem (like the fact the last 3 lines had to be typed again becuase I didnt realise I was tpying into a norton window. THis also means (as you may have noticed) that I am far more frugal with presentation in gereal (punctuation, spacing, paragraphs etc) becuassee I cant get the visual sensde of them when blind. So, lets see how we do with this experiment hm?

Ok, things that have happoend. Had the inestimable company of Helen onFriday; and whiel this is something that is never usualy notable due to the fact it is usually pleasantly unremarkable, this particualr meeting must be noted down in these records for the simple fact that during her visit we actualyy DID things. As she wil not contest, our usual meetings generally dissolove into litle more than us sitting,/reclining somehwee of a varying degreee of comfort and talking childishly at each other and ending with her rendering me infertile with a well placed knee simply becuase I atgtacked her (bloody femininsts..) However, on friay as said, things were done and accomplished! First off we jaunted into Bromley, that most amazing habven of Cahvs and single mothers with afges in the single digits, while I hunted for camaras and she hunted for cheap but orgasmic chocolate (which does not, for the record include rum covered raisins). After heading home (onthe bus this time, cos helens legs are wusses) we sat (sorry) and watched Grosse Point Blank, which was also notable sincew helen DDINT fall asleep during it... much. I confess I didhave to prod her a litt.e. After that, we went and fetched (and then ate) food, before flyig off to teh pbuz, meeting people and company, before taking off, tasking hleen home. A full day we felt.

Other than that life has just been all about drinking, working, bit of WoW, and lots of panicking about KEnt. Not long now...

Ah well. Chard



Playing: Contact/ World of Warcraft
Reading: Nothing
Listening to: 'Symphony Nr 3 in E flat major - Beethoven
Annoyed with: Teeth
Mood: Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Song currently stuck in head: 'Dance Dance' - Fall Out Boy
Favourite Song of the Minute: 'Thnks fr th mmrs' - Fall Out Boy