We all know frogs go 'la di dah di dah'

Oh hello, blog. I think I heard you calling me? You must have known that I am once again a uni student in need of a form of procrastination.

Here I am on campus once more, allowing myself coffee breaks every 30 minutes or so and googling like a ....well, like something that googles a lot. When did 'to google' become a verb? Oh, this rapidly changing English language. Perhaps I have consumed too many caffeine beverages today. I have decided to implement a new rule : toilet breaks only for each completed paragraph of my current assessment task. So far I have  earnt quarter of a toilet break. Damn, I better stop drinking coffee.

The end.

I have somewhere to live! I have my own study cave at uni. I am enjoying zee study. I don't have any money, but that's just a minor issue, right?

Blog postage coming soon. ish. soon-ish.

Looking for a house to rent is unenjoyable.

I didn't hear what you were saying, I live on raw emotion baby.

Well, I'm back at uni. The campus is awash with enthusiastic first years who will still be in bed at midday come week five. They're just mulling around seeing who they can practise breeding with. There are so many hipsters who look like they have barely reached puberty and oranged faced girls in tracksuit pants and hoodies. There are also plenty of gorgeous new boys, but now I am old enough to be considered a mature age student - 24.

I'm actually very happy to be back on campus. I just love walking around with my large coffee and pile of library books feeling superior to the aforementioned first years. I even have my own little assigned study cave.

My Honours topic has changed more times than facebook's layout, but I'm quite happy where I am at the moment - in the Renaissance.

    Photo: Timothy Barnes