All entries for Saturday 25 September 2004
September 25, 2004
Finally, I am here. In Warwick. Yes, you are now no longer safe. Of course, the impact of my prescence will be diluted somewhat by the hundreds (thousands?) of other eager, eeriely happy freshers appearing today... but surely, only the least sensitive would be incapable of feeling the rapture that runs through everyday existence.
Pretension aside, today wasn't all that bad. I didn't have too much last minute packing to do. (Only the alarm clock that struggled in vain to wake me…) Everything worked more or less to plan. Was late for the big show at Butterworth Hall – but it would probably be the same motivational stuff you hear time and again. Everything neatly unpacked, and nothing has been stolen, yet.
(Budding burglars may note that there is currently nothing worth stealing in there, and thus are encouraged to wait until I acquire a computer, or some other valuable item. The guy in room 014 seems to have much more worthwhile stuff. Go get.)
In any case, with a bit of running around, everything was more or less done. University card, keys, dinner card, medical centre. Tick, tick, tick. The random walk which I took allowed me, totally intentionally, to view a good part of the campus. Sport and music still intimidate me, so I didn't spend too much time in the Student Union. Arrived too late for a meningitus jab, so hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.
So, er… now what?
Seriously. I don't know what to do. Hide, perhaps. Plot destruction. Maybe. Is there something important that I have forgotten?
That, dear readers, is your responsibility to tell me.
Or evil monkeys will get you.
For the stalkers among you…
I'm living in room (censored) at (censored) Hall in the Westwood Halls of Residence. (That narrows it down a little…) Feel free to visit me now and then. But knock, please, don't just smash in the windows. At least give me an opportunity to arm myself.
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