So Jesus turned water into wine, I once turned a whole student loan into vodka. Your move Jesus....

So I thought I'd get this thing rolling by giving a brief recap of my life so far:


First 18 years, pretty standard.  Primary school, purple secondary.  Provided some major funtimes.


For the last four years I've been at Kent Uni studying computer science.  Just for reference computing is one of the most coma-inducingly boring subjects ever to have existed.  It should be reserved for those with skin so pale its almost translucent due to underexposure to sunlight, large beards and a crippling social ineptitude.  It was these aforementioned unfortunates that I had the 'pleasure' of studying with.  This group will henceforth be referred to as "the nerds".  Brilliant.  Imagine my shock when I turned up to meet them all on the first day.  Distinct lack of talent doesn't even begin to describe it.  The vast majority of the nerds couldn't talk to me, and the ones that could, could not do so without staring at my boobs.  Presumably none of them had ever come into contact with a real life girl before.  To summarize, computing was possibly the worst idea of all time.  However, every other aspect of uni life I loved.


I managed to fail my second year due to me hating computing and loving dossing about.  This turned out to be one of the best things I've ever done.  In my third year I only had to repeat the modules I failed, so the most I ever had a week was about 4 hours of lectures.  Piss.  I also joined the lacrosse team having never played before which was an inspired decision I think because we had a blinding first year as a team, earning the title "best social team on campus".  Such a laugh and got to meet some serious coolkids.  The silly bitches even appointed me social sec for the second year, a wise decision.  My final year was the best year ever.  I had a brilliant house near to everyone, good housemates* and made a load of new fresher mates.  On reflection I think me and my mates were possibly the laziest people on the planet in the last year when we weren't playing lacrosse or out drinking. such:

Many discoveries were made: we're better at lacrosse when drunk, it only takes a small set of stairs outside Rutherford to have a cracking day and chilling on the skanky sofas at 52/tyler is just epic.  All things come to an end and I managed to just about pass my degree.  Winner.


The summer after canters me and my home friends A,AH,L,S,S rented a house in Rock in Cornwall for a week, to get away from all the stress you know!? It was a cracking week even though it rained pretty much all week, some major funtimes were had by all. (beach in the rain-we're gonna get wet anyway right?!)

Sadly had to return to work after that and actually start to et on with my grown up life.  Rubbish.  However a few weeks later a uni mate R had the blinding idea of asking me to go to Spain with her and her family for a week.  We had a great time and discovered our secret synchronised swimming talents!


So basc, that it til now.  I've quit my job at the bookies and I'm looking for something til Feb when I'm going to Australia for 3 months, result!


OK i'm gonna stop now for fear of a repetitive strain injury from excessive typing.


Peace out.


Luce x


Oh by the way, the  * next to good housemates above is because 2 of them now don't talk to me.  But they started out as good housemates so the statement stands.