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Just a small post for today. As a small piece of advice for you all, when we learn more in our course, we know better methods of writing articles and it may make our older posts almost obsolete. If you pop back through the articles you’ve made so far and play around with it, you’ll have consistent work throughout the course.

In other news, I’ve found out that my blog’s been circulating Twitter and has been noticed on The Secret Handshakes fansite since my review of the artist. I’ll have to get more reviews going it seems. Excellent.

Urgh sums up my thoughts for the past week really. One big urgh. Firstly, I apologise, to all my media group and AddVantage module lot (Whom I’ve yet to meet). I’ve been extremely ill and bed ridden for the past week really, with worst patches being Wednesday and Thursday, and I’m really disliking this as I have a whole lot of flu and previously ate a whole lot of bacon. Swine flu, I don’t know. I’m not too willing to find out, having swine flu means people treat you like you have leprosy and run and hide when you come near. No fear for my little Priory Hall bunch though, they all have it. It’s their fault I do.

Blindman doesn’t though, interestingly. He will, he will.

But yes, frankly it’s annoyed the hell out of me. I’m usually a ball of energy and pinging around the place talking nonsense but now I’m forced to sit around and stare at Facebook (To pretend I’m interested in what some girl I met once in a pub who then added me like we were lifetime friends is crying about or whichever), or play Bejewelled. Bejewelled reminds me of an ex girlfriends mother, who instead of working for a living, she was all too happy to sit at home moving gems around and claiming benefits and dole instead. Lovely.

It has to be said, like mother like daughter on that one, but I digress.

I’m going to make another coffee, I need something to keep me awake after somebody set the fire alarm off last night destroying some bread in a toaster or whatnot.

As the title implies, grammatically incorrectly of course, I have been at university for a whole week. It’s shot by, to be completely honest, it only seems yesterday that I was wandering through the maze that is Priory Hall, looking lost and sweating more than obese hairy fifty year old males who feel it wise to get topless and sunbath in the most publically viewable area whenever the British sun decides to merely poke its little head around a cloud. Now I am one week older here, and I still wander around the maze, but normally because I am quite heavily intoxicated.

It’s in no way something to be proud of or brag about, I feel. Too many people here, though none of my friends I can be proud to say, can be heard stating that they’ve ‘not stopped drinking all night and morning’ or were ‘so wasted they pissed in their sink’. Drinking was once a social act, we arrived at a pub to gurgle down some pints, laugh at the drunks and overtrying girls, and play some pool or reminisce (and I realise how old I sound there, I simply mean to discuss recent events). Pubs are not, however you word your argument, a place to get so wrecked that you’re blind, start on a man bigger than you, smash a window in anger and lose half your belongings in the gutter you crash in.

But I digress. The week has been endless fun, and the lectures have occasionally touched on interesting in a midst of boring induction waffle, but I understand this information has to be said or we’ll all be headless chicken dancing by the middle of October. I couldn’t ask for a more social block in Priory Hall, and the only thing I need to improve on is doing my work.

Oh look, I am.