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.

The past week has been a very odd, thought provoking week. Combined with much birthday cake.

Having finished exams over a week ago (and, in fact, school. For ever! The weirdness!) I returned here and promptly left, having been chased away by the horrendous dA inbox thing. 219 deviations?! Safe to say (apologetically) I shall not be commenting on all of those. I will, however, look at the more recent ones and desperately try and catch up with some of my watched people (2 months ago?! WTF have I actually been doing?).

Nevertheless for once my life has been rather eventful in the past seven days. Sort of makes up for the past 18 years, nay?! Seeing so many friends and family almost every day is strange.
Last Saturday I went up to the London with my, *ahem*... mother... to the British Museum and experienced the trains in all their fabulous glory. Seriously, how the Underground can exist like that, I do NOT know. Okay, accepting they were on super-bomb-alert (thanks to the scare the day before), it cannot possibly be necessary to trap several billion wet-dog-smelling people (courtesy to our glorious British weather) in a single tube station (considering they'd closed half of them) with a scary voice in manner of concentration camp/ army officer constantly screaming "Move down platform! Move down platform! *pause* Don't leave bags unattended. MOVE DOWN PLATFORM!". Then we don't even see a single police officer in all of London. Go figure.

The 6th Form Prom thing was on Tuesday; hate to admit it, but very fun. There is nothing more amusing than doing something so ridiculous as the YMCA or dancing to Grease, particularly when you're still sober enough to realise how sad it is. Of course, a couple of friends thought it was amusing to smuggle a bottle of vodka down one of their dresses (amazingly, succeeding), so we didn't see them for the second half of the evening (very inconspicuously sharing a toilet cubicle for half an hour. Don't ask). Wearing a long dress is bloody weird.

If anyone else is on holiday at the moment (particularly RGS people! ), hope you're enjoying the freedom! Isn't that weird that we'll never see each other at school again?! You'd better not abandon me...

Okay, having not been here for three weeks, I owe an explanation to everyone I'm [unintentionally] ignoring. Having been forced to wipe my laptop hard-drive was hell but having not solved the internet problem was even worse. I'm very sorry, but I don't have much time or chance to use the internet at school, especially with all the exams coming up in a few weeks. I haven't even drawn in a couple of weeks, but will of course update if I do something in the next month or two.

Certainly should be back up after the exams.
Please hold on for a while, I have so many people to reply to and catch up with!


I really, really hate computers at the moment.

Please excuse my overt cheerfulness, for I am super happy. You have been warned.

Just had my last exam, so no more for, well... a while! Yay! I have seriously been dreading that bloody exam for ages (as I think everyone was), being history, but it was alright so I therefore have the excuse to be unbearably happy (apologies to anyone who's still awaiting the torture of the Common Room. I don't know what else there is other than economics. *shudder*). Anyone else got any left?

Wow. I actually think that was all I have to report.

Sorry for that.

Okay, I admit I am experiencing deep weirdness having been cut off from the entire world (i.e. the internet and those people on it) for an entire week. For NO apparent reason.

Therefore I am very apologetic to all those who have been submitting their little hearts out or posting numerous Journal entries (yeah, I'm looking at you ) and I have been non-comment-y, please don't feel that oh so bitter rejection of fabulous magnolia comments... Oh shut up, someone must have noticed. *grumble*

But, but, I have Christmas presents to give to people now! Finally! Yet it is the doomed Christmas Eve and they still reside under thy tree (*sob*) so all my hard work is for nought, I tell thee! Nought! Hence the only person/cat who will have their fabulous present on the actual day is Felix. And he won't even be grateful for it.


I feel depressed now. That's what bloody Christmas does to you.

Bah humbug...


(But Merry Winter Solstice/ Yule, Lenaea, Saturnalia, Rohatsu (though I am sorry, I'm a little bit late for this one!), Shabe-Yalda, Festival of the Sun, Hanukkah, the Long Night, Mithrasmas and Christmas!)