I'll be back but don't wait up!

I'M BUYIN SKETCHBOOKS TODAAAAY. Badminton got cancelled. D:

Day 1, Semester 2, Year 2 - Edinburgh University - Physics

Well, back at university today. It wasn't a fantastically spectacular day, I met a friend or two apart from my flatmates and I found out that experiments and lab work are tough, tough shit. Also my partner has been hospitalised abroad for the next three weeks meaning I've to work through this all on my own. Not helped by the pass rate statistics for Maths, which is as low as 36%.

I barely have time to do anything except in the evenings and on Wednesday. I'll be trying my best to continue with my art however because I'm becoming better every time I do something, so I don't want it to fizzle out into poor skills. In fact, I'm going to go buy some sketchbooks this week to carry around in my bag at all times. There's always an hour or so between lectures.

Then of course there's homework, report writing, homework, more homework and homework.

Wish me luck this year, I'll need it. I also need some friends to live with next year and a bit of love.

I can safely say no meteors the size of Australia hit the Earth last year because I'm posting rubbish like this right now. Anyway, 2006 was the year in which I left school, entered University, got depressed due to my lack of social interaction and recovered like I always do. I don't mean clinically depressed or anything, it's impossible for me to get that (haha).

Anyway, it was a year like any other and 2007 will also be a year like any other. I'll still pretend that I'm going to do lots of great things like become a fantastic artist, sportsman and musician. Will any of it happen? Damn straight it will.

Anyway, have a fantastic year everyone, especially all my new (and one old) dA pals:


etc. etc.

-V

So there I was, right, hunting on the savannah, with my tiny butterfly net and my box and my little jar of pins. I spotted the most beautiful insect right then, with grey-green wings glittering in the sun. I crept forward ever so slowly. Then, as I coiled to strike, it turned. It stared at me. I gazed back. The message went unspoken. I was doomed.

It thrust forward, wings beating sonically and I was frozen as it tore through my thick, cotton, khaki shirt and then my flesh, boring through to the centre. Although the pain was surprisingly bearable I could no longer feel the beast itself, it had disappeared, in essence, had become a part of me. I knew somewhere, deep within, it was harnessing my body's resources, physical and maybe even mental if it had managed to penetrate my spine. I was in it for the long haul.

Oh figh!