I'm Crap. I Know.

So...three months. I think that's a Blog Neglection record. If you were a tamigotchi (no, I have no idea how to spell that), you'd long since be worm food. I also don't really know who 'you' are, since I'm sure if anyone WAS reading this blog, they've since assumed I'm dead and moved on with their lives. Let's be honest; I would have.

So, three months in four lines.

Last bit of October: at University. Had fun. Did no work.

November: Still at University. Had more fun. Did less work.

December: Went home. Had Christmas - which was fun. Did a bit of work.

Beginning of January: Had very little fun. Did too much work.

So now I'm back at home, having briefly re-visited Uni for a week of bleeding slowly onto Microsoft Word (otherwise known as writing essays). I'm supposed to be reading my course books for the next semester, but so far all I've done is watch fifteen episodes of ER (sadly, that's not actually an exaggeration), read The Fault in our Stars (which was not a course book - hence it's attraction - but was excellent) and go to the cinema. Social activity has been limited, what with all of my friends being back at their respective Universities, so I do have an - admittedly dodgy - excuse for my couch potatoe-ness.

I have been trying to give my writing a bit of a kick up the ass, but so far have achieved a lot of planning and very, VERY little actual writing. Hence the stream-of-consciousness, trying-too-hard-to-be-funny, entirely unedited blog.

So, that - I think we can all agree - was a groundbreaking comeback. I'm off to watch some ER. Hopefully, I will actually come back this time.