"Pop!"

'What's that?', I hear you cry. Yes, the time has finally come for my blogging cherry to be popped. I have given in, turned away from the dazzling lights of facebook to the supposedly more mature world of the blogger. Well, to those of you who guilted/bullied/threatened me into this new venture I say thank you. You have given me yet another avenue through which to focus all my attention, taking it even further away from such trivial matters as revision. You are my firm friends. On the slightly negative side I now have yet another resolution to maintain in this new year but where there's a will there's a way, and for those of you who know my brother I only have the way to find now.

So... to reminisce ever so quickly. This time last year I was in the final weeks of readying myself to set off around the globe, to see what I could see and learn what I should learn. Time has flown by in that way it loves to do and I am now looking to new adventures and new horizons, though this year I intend to keep my head and feet slightly nearer to the ground. The time of studenthood is upon me, the best years of my life I'm assured by those who are older and wiser than I, and having gotten over looking at it with fear and trepidation I am starting to agree with them. So here's to a year without the worries and tears of, but full of as much excitement and laughter as, last year.

News...

We have a murderer in our midst. Yesterday it was uncovered that a fellow blogger who we previously all knew and loved as being someone with 'the best personality' (music school poll 200?) has been charged with crimes against beautiful young women and stilettos. The makers of the murder mystery game should be charged with crimes against acting but that is neither here nor there. Yes, fun was had by all at Katie's "murder on the dancefloor" party. What could be more entertaining than humorously named characters, stunning costume design and discovering that your older brother really would suit coming out rather too well? Good one Ms Waltzwurk.

I have become ever so slightly addicted to Classic fm. Don't shoot me, it's just happened. I was sneakily drawn in by the sly playing of popular film scores and then got caught in it's web of beautiful melodies and countermelodies, syncopation and... Aled Jones. I dare you to be tempted...

I have finally been struck by the incessantly aggravating cold that is making its way through the nation faster than my uncle in his Maserati (ooh, what a lovely car). I would like to thank my mother and close friends for their part in this, I'm so grateful for the quality time we've spent together, really I am, honest.

Well, I think that's sufficient for now. I make no promises about the frequency of my blogs, I will aim to tell all sufficiently interesting news as it arises, and during the avoidance of more important tasks I may even stretch to news that my mother would pretend to find mildly amusing because she loves me and so must. Bye for now.