Finally...

... the first year of University is over, it's been less than 8 months since I moved into halls last September and it has gone so quickly.

I'm officially moving back home next week for the summer. Happy times! I guess 8 months away from somewhere you realise how much you miss it, even Dudley. After spending the last 20 years of my life trying to escape it's evil grasp on my life I return this summer looking forward to the sixteen weeks or so that I'll be back.

There is a great vision in my head of spending sixteen weeks doing very little, going on daytrips, a holiday maybe, etc... Unfortunately being a student at present there is no luxury in this holiday as I need to find a job and quick. Although my Tuesdays are taken up with doing radio work experience at Mansfield 103.2, I need to find a way of making some money to save as my darling other half and I shall be living together in September, in Derby (with Damien and Kat). To top off the work experience and needing paid work, I also have to do Shorthand at intervals over the holiday in an attempt to actually remember what the hells going on with it. So a lot of revision and around 20 or so dictation pieces to practise. Fun times.

On a completely different note, I am currently without my precious laptop as the stupid piece of crap has a loose connection or something and will just not turn on. Blogging looks like it will be taking a backseat for a while until my precious social networking tool returns. I shall blog if and when I can (mainly by stealing Ashleigh's laptop, like now).

During the Christmas holidays I decided it would be a brilliant idea to relive my youth and read the famous Harry Potter books. I just could not get into the stories as a child (I owned 1,3 and 4 for some reason), so I tried again at Christmas to read The Philosopher's Stone and actually read the whole damn thing. Over Easter I read The Chamber of Secrets after borrowing it from the library, and last week I read Prisoner of Askaban and began The Goblet of Fire. Its actually shocking how different the books are compared to the films, it really is like "where the f**k did the film come up with this from, it's completely different to the book." And may I say, the books are actually so much batter than the films, picturing some of the scenes in my head and imagining them say stupid little things have actually been making me laugh outloud (while Ash sits there giving me a look that is questioning my sanity).

Speaking of Ashleigh, he finishes his third year of Architecture Thursday, but is currently stressing to get his work printed in time, even as I type this he's in a long queue waiting for his work after disappearing into Studio at half 8 this morning.

I believe it is time for me to return to my book (only 140 pages or so of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire left to read and I can begin on Order of the Pheonix). Over and out x