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Really and truly, is there any better line to end a song than that of my subject line? For those interested, the full, brilliant lyrics are located here for your perusal and subsequent worship.

It has been quite a while since I sat down and reported at this here fine journal of mine and there are a number of very good reasons for that – the first and foremost being that I haven’t really felt like doing it for, coincidentally, quite a while. Other somewhat important reasons include a massive pile of Terry Pratchett books lying on my bedroom floor, a newfound position as a member of the critiquing section of a literature group on deviantART, massive stressing out with regards to my university workload and a shiny new phone.

The majority of my conscious (and at least a full half of my subconscious) thoughts nowadays are focused towards the end of the year and what it’s going to mean to me. After 15 long years of being educated I’ll finally get the chance to see whether or not it was worth it. Doesn’t that sound like one hell of a leap of faith when you lay it out like that? If a broker came up to you in the street and offered you shares property at a reasonable price with the condition that you had to wait 15 years to find out its value, I’m certain he wouldn’t be lacking for interesting and anatomically impossible suggestions of where he could place said shares. Of course, there is a general trend in the world towards educated citizens receiving higher sums of pay and ‘quality of life’ but I can’t help but wonder what might have happened had I not been so inclined towards listening to middle-aged balding men in fluorescent rooms with badly designed chairs (Davies Lecture Theatres 1 & 2, I’m looking at you).
It’s quite a thing to realise that at the end of the year there will be no more structured learning. At least not for some time. I will be walking out with a very nice piece of paper that will contain the words “Bachelor of Science, majoring in nanotechnology with *blah* class honours”. And I’ll have that forever, no-one will be able to deny that I have earned it. I’m not sure what effect that will have on my ego, but I can only suppose it will be fucking brilliant.

I’m turning 21 soon, which causes me to Pause And Reflect On My Life. It also causes me to Pause And Reflect On What I Want. THere’ll be a list soon, I promise. Everyone that reads this will be invited to my partay, which will occur at some point in October – I’m looking at the 20th/21st at the Newport at the moment.

Okay, back to concentrating on work. And B.O.T.S. Yesh.
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