WOOP!

I started university.
At first I was dreading it, because my last experience of Uni... it didn't go too well to say the least.

With my enforced year out, with my loss and gain of friendships and the interesting mix of jobs I've had, I am feeling a lot more grown up, and I think that has helped me. I mean. I've had a pretty shit year really, and that's not even including anything about myself. All my friends have shown thier true colours, resulting in me not talking to any of them for half the year. Yet, instead of a crushing blow, by that tme, I was quite happy to be rid of thier finickyness.
Stephie and Laura said that a year out would help me; would let me see who I really was, even if I didn't DO anything. Well, it isn't me to not do ANYTHING, so I wrote, I took up art again (even though I hated it since A level) and I took a job. And then I found peace with the world.

I now see a lot more than I did before, and I feel so...Me. Little me. I see that my A level art teacher was actually an alright guy, you just had to have a strong charactor to take him. I do now. I wish to show him my artwork; I think he'd be happy.

As for me and Uni? I've made friends already, although not anyone on the same course as me haha!
It doesn't matter. I will, when I start going to proper lectures and things. I probably will today really. I like Uni; I think because I went in with such dreaded expectation, each new, lovely thing that happens is intensified to its full beauty to me.
I can't wait to learn. I feel back where I belong.

Sorry for the serious blog. I just... thought it was appropriate.
Hazey XxX