I have officially completed my first week back at University. I’m proud of myself to be honest… I’ve attended every lecture, spent over 20 hours writing up lectures in the library, and been to the gym three times. Okay, so this behaviour isn’t likely to last, but it’s a good start. And okay so the extensive library-visiting is mostly of a result of my own laziness – one because I’m too lazy to write neat notes in the lectures themselves so I have to write them up for them to make any coherant sense and two because I have rubbish lecture times with tonnes of time between them and I’m too lazy to walk home and then have to walk back for the next lecture.

I’m pretty much enjoying being back. The lectures are mostly quite interesting, there’s just a few I don’t enjoy enough to stay awake in. I quite like living in the library too, as it’s generally cozy and quiet and I’ve staked my favourite computer – 8th floor, at the window, overlooking the city.

Only mistake I think I’ve made this week is the fact I went out on Friday night. It was a friend’s birthday so I felt obliged to celebrate by going to Cheesy Pop. Which was obviously full of over-excited Freshers with it being the first Friday night after Freshers’ week. I was attacked several times on my way to the loo with “OHMYGODHOWCOOLISTHISLETSGODANCEANDGETDRUNK” from said over-excited Freshers! Ah I suppose that was me last year (God I sound old or something!) But aye, drank a wee bit too much and as a result not only ruined my tights by walking home carrying the shoes, but I was also late for my first 8am start at work the following morning because Jamie and I both managed to sleep through the FOUR alarms we had set!

I’m now sitting in the library in my favourite spot with nothing to do. =/ I’ve copied up everything and even read over the stuff for my lecture in half an hour so I’m at a bit of a dead loss to be honest.

Bets on how long I’ll keep my studious alter-ego alive?