The Fresher's Introduction Blog

It has been a while since I wrote a blog in my irreverent style.

To all my faithful readers (neither of you exist), I am back. This is what I remember of Freshers' Week.

SUNDAY
Just met the Pope, who gave me some helpful advice in surviving university. Nice man. My father and I drove up to the university, had some Burger King on the way, bantering about how bad Sara Cox and Jo Whiley are at grammar. Drove up from London by the way, so a reasonably long drive. Got there and my flat was empty. Empty. No flatmates. Somebody had checked in and buggered off. So the traditional "Hi, we're from Flat..." turns into "Hi, I'm from Flat..." which feels weird to me, just weird. Unpacking and silence from my room as I slept. Then, I got a Facebook message from a FOAF asking to meet up for a drink. Sounded like fun.

Had dinner with the father, was a quiet affair as we talked about the day and the shower curtain. Then, we agreed to meet up for breakfast and went our seperate ways...mine was straight to the nearest pub. It was about nine and there were girls dancing on the tables. I remembered their faces and put them under the folder "SLAG" in my mind. Judgemental? Perhaps. Correct? Almost certainly.

Went to a club with free entry with my new friend, it used to be a church, but I quickly got over that as he told me about his first night in Aberdeen. He exchanged spit with someone and got punched in the face. Was it the same person? Unsure.

Went home drunk and warm.

MONDAY
Breakfast with the Dad. LIDL shopping. It really isn't that cheap. Final goodbye and that. Everything was emotional slightly. Get over it.

Sleeeeeep.

More drinking in the night with new friend and his flatmates. Mine are still absent. Like landlords of property in Victorian Ireland. Except there were no evictions. None that I know of. MAYBE THAT'S WHY THEY'RE NOT HERE!

Nah. I'll get into that later.

TUESDAY
Advisor meeting. Fucked up my entry qualifications. Come back tomorrow. I thoroughly enjoyed waiting in that queue for half an hour.

Freshers' Fayre for Sports. Was talking to a couple of the Football and Rugby guys and agreed to go to the tryouts. Eventually, I fell asleep and missed them. Oh well.

Sleeeeeeep.

Clubbing. I begin my hatred of Swedish House Mafia. There is no good bloody reason to play the same song four times in one night. This may not be SHM's fault, but I don't care. A lot of these club anthems are generic, worth a couple of dances, fine. Not every night. Give it a rest.

Heard this outside:
"Dynomite is the song of the year!"
Go fuck yourself.

WEDNESDAY
Freshers' Fayre for Societies today. Signed up for the Comedy Society and later on, the English Society. Seemed pretty happy with that.

Advisor meeting went reasonably well. Got into second year, that'll do nicely. Extra pressure. And the like.

Sleep. Clubbing. Blad.

THE REST OF THE WEEK

• More drinking and clubbing
• Meeting people and not remembering their names
• Calling home to console my mother and let her know that I wasn't dead or anything silly
• Surviving on takeaways
• Wondering if I would ever have flatmates.

Freshers' Week was fun, but tremendously overrated.

This blog is officially back. Nobody cares. I guess I do, but meh.