Roar, Cemeteries and Glee.

Right. Well, never done these before and usually the ones I do read pop up in my news feed and are the result of the more pretentious of my peers playing the journalist. Being a practised essay writer, I'm sure mine will sound just as pretentious but I will try my hardest to curb this. I'm certainly not going to tell you what you should be wearing, eating or doing. I do however, like this non-assigned "you" it make me feel a bit like Bridget Jones. Probably the closest self-narrating heroine I could draw a likeness to.

Currently I am sat in a beach towel ( all my others are in the wash) with a lime green hand towel on my hair, waiting for my shin to stop bleeding, after I rather successfully sliced it shaving my legs. Tonight I am going to the regular uni jock night (which I not-so-secretly love). I'd certainly say that unless you are a 6 foot 5 rugby player, ROAR is not where all the cool kids are but Wednesdays are a bad night for credibility anyway, and when you're wearing a hand-me-down dress that's hung in the back of your friends wardrobe for 3 years, why bother. At least Roar plays Glee, and I'm not talking any of the Don't stop believin' nonsense; everyone knows on a night out that song belongs to Journey and Journey alone. No, ROAR plays hardcore Glee, I'm talking mashups. Fantastic.

continuing along the lines of the utterly superficial, I am rather excited about tonight, for the first time since I visited the bloody cemetery, to conduct possibly the stupidest research project in existence I am getting the LEGS OUT. Previously they had been far too scratched and scraped from clambering over graves. I have to say I do feel somehow the graves inhabitants were instructing the nettles, brambles and insects to attack us as a consequence of clambering over their already dilapidated plots. Can't say I blame them, I conducted the entire data collection process repeatedly whispering "sorry" as I had no choice but to wander over their graves.

The end of the cemetery project saw the end of all coursework for 2nd year and the beginning of exams. Cue me having very little work and everyone else becoming a hermit. Yawn. If anyone actually sits in, zealously revising without a break unless they have an exam the next day I would be mightily surprised. So stop pretending you are, and come and entertain me.

Needless to say, with Sheffield being so boring I am embarking on pastures new, Saturday, for one night only I shall be out in Birmingham, seeing one of my very oldest friends on her twentieth birthday. Lovely.

Well this is the first time I've ever written a blog. Its rambling and a bit rubbish, but it was only to get the hang of it. Next time (if there is one) I shall give my non-existent readers a more coherent and chronological depiction of my life. But yes, I have tried the online equivalent of my scrapbook and I quite like it, so I shall be back shortly, possibly with something far more insightful than Glee mashups and cemeteries.