It's funny, coming back on here and noticing how, well, how long I HAVEN'T been online. July 7th was my last post?! A gazillion or so notices and messages and journal entries and artwork? I am sorry about that.

Things have changed so much it seems, since then. Life at Uni is lovely; I have the most amazing flatmates and supportive friends and great people. It's weird and strangely nice not being such a people-hating sociopath. Well, in the sense that I like being around them
Of course, still cruel and sadistic, but with the group heirachy we have in the Convent (my flat), it works out. Some of them need a good beating sometimes, and I need them to keep my ego in check! No Katie, I do not need some Katie lovin'. *shudder*

Most people seem to be loving Uni life, except for one school friend who dropped out after two days being away from home. Before term even started. Is that mad or what?! I dunno, I know University and moving away isn't for everyone, but when you aren't interested in getting a job and don't have a social life outside of school/ college (which is finished), what do you end up doing? According to her - nothing. Doesn't sound too fun.

But then again, sounds better than the work some people are getting. I find six hours a week is enough for someone as lazy as me - much pity to the poor bastards who get twenty hours! Ha!
Combined honours was definitely the way to go - half-arsed with both subjects.

And another thing to complain about - archaeology. WHERE are the Lara Crofts and Indiana Joneses? I mean, really, archaeology is clearly meant to be fabulously glamorous; I fully expect to be jetting across the world to find Egyptian treasure and fight Nazis alongside sexy Tomb Raiders. Instead, no, we get to travel an hour out of town to a couple of muddy, rainy, dismal fields and look at mounds of earth. Oh, no, not just mounds of earth, but also a bank. Which I promptly fell down, pulling a friend with me and somehow managed to plaster mud up my jeans and converse. Blast those annoying Archaeology nerds, with their stupid anoraks and stupid hiking boots and stupid clipboards. No-one even fell down a rabbit-hole, or got lost on the moors. Arrrgh.
On the plus side, I found a sheep corpse.