OK, so I'm here and all

And this place is at one moment completely fcuked up, and another moment appears to be the most fabulous place you could imagine. It's been a whacky few days and I feel like I'm eleven again, walking into secondary school all over again with a dorky haircut and new shoes - only this time there are 8,000 other people doing the same thing at the same time, so it's not so bad.
They always say that making friends at Uni is difficult - perhaps it's just the fag in me, but since I seem to introduce myself to everyone I see, I don't seem to be having that problem. Funny eh! I'm just waiting to turn around and see that in fact, though I thought I was surrounded by friends, they've all gone to the bar without me and forgotten what the fuss was about... "there was a guy called patrick? - how odd!"

And the whole alcohol poisoning thing is really overrated - I spent two hours last night coaxing one of my friends into drinking sugared water and cookies - she'd had quite a bit to drink - the beginning of which was half a bottle of Schnappes - and that's 500ml she had there - no joke.

I feel so worthy, and knackered.