Seventy Eight: University.

I meant to write a blog post before I left to come to University, but I found I didn't quite know what to say. It was fairly stressful in the couple of days before I left trying to make sure I had everything (which I've now discovered I didn't) and trying to put it all in the car, which amazingly, we managed. Once I was actually at university, I discovered my room was actually bigger than I thought it was going to be and there was- and still is- a lot of space for my books.
On the whole, I've settled in better than I expected. I was a bit homesick in the first week, which I didn't see coming but I think it was just feeling a bit out of my comfort zone and everything's a bit...here and there in the first week, what with induction stuff and registration and going out. The second night we were there it was the Beach Party, so Lydia and I went to town looking for stuff and I ended up buying black high heels instead...but they are very nice. The Beach Party itself was interesting, they had a surfboard like one of those horses that try to throw you off. Actually managed to stay on for more than a couple of seconds.
Actual degree is...interesting. Good interesting, if not busy. There's a lot to learn in English; my module for this semester's on Victorian Literature and we're doing Jane Eyre (which I actually need to finish reading at some point) which isn't as bad as I thought it would be, although there are some boring bits where no one does anything. Creative Writing is my favourite so far because basically all we do is exercises in which we have to write creatively (as you may have guessed) and I'm learning about things that are helping my writing and imagination. Media is the hardest; one of the modules is on James Bond and so I thought I'd be alright but it's just getting my head round it. My other module for Media is Television Genre, which although I've only had two lectures for so far, is the most interesting. All in all, it's not too stressful though I think that'll change as we get closer to Reading Week.
My housemates are nice. I don't have that much in common with them (they like Twilight, I like Harry Potter) but it works out well enough. There are only 12 of us- the boys are downstairs and the girls are upstairs. Our shower is cleaner than theirs but our kitchen is messier. I'm getting on better with some of the boys, in particular Rob, Alex and Mike (who I'll get on to in a minute) who are all nice (though I do think I should use a better word than nice. Mike suggested awesome, so I'm going to go with that). I don't know what it is, I just find easier to talk to boys than to girls, though there are a couple of girls in my English seminar group who are alright.
I suppose now I should talk about Mike, who when I asked to write something in this blog, only wrote this: "The weeks steadily grew better, mainly when I grew feelings for a housemate.  His name is Mike and he has dreamy blue eyes, soft red lips and hair to die for." Basically, he's my boyfriend.  He wrote a load of stuff about how we got together but it sounded stupid and you probably don't want to know anyway.
On that note, I'm going to go before he can type anything else...
B xxx :)