Student days

I actually like living in an area where there is a large proportion of students. I like their cheerfulness and apparent energy. I also like the fact that they are a transient population, so they never get too annoying with their thoughtlessly noisy nocturnal habits and careless parking. Sometimes I feel that I'm living in a time-lapse film: they arrive with parents; unpack; leave for uni.; come home; party; have friends over; celebrate; pack up; leave with parents - then it all starts over again in September! A constant source of amusement is to watch the freshers buying up stocks of 'real' CocaCola, Heinz beans, McVities digestives, Fairy washing-up liquid at the beginning of the academic year and gradually watch these choices being exchanged for supermarket own-brand items by its end. Ah me! You can't put a fiscally old head on optimistic young shoulders.

Is my baby perfect? Probably not....

OMG! I'm SO proud of my new baby! It's A4, green and beautiful! But as yet I've not had the overwhelming desire to check it all over for flaws and blemishes, to count its metaphorical toes to ensure that all is present and correct. In fact, I am exceedingly reluctant to open the front cover and start to read the words that its taken me the best part of a year to write. Why is that, I wonder? Well, like all those people who are reluctant to go to the doctor just in case he/she finds something REALLY wrong with them, I am terrified that on reading my magnum opus it turns out to be complete and utter drivelly, illogical CRAP! Now that I excercise no editorial power over it, I am loath to be confronted by my own inadequacies. All I can do is let go out into the world and, like one's corporeal children, hope it fares well.....or at least, not fall flat on its face.

Facebook

Facebook. How exciting! But how revealing it is to think about friendships and interests when one generally take these things for granted......and how it can knock preconceptions for six and strip away your fondly held conceits. Like blogging, I suppose it is really an exercise in vanity, you holds a mirror up to yourself and see....what? Something less than you had previously thought was there, a more spectral personality, rendered down into words. Is this the true me? One that can be summed up so briefly?