It's been two Summers since I started this blog. I'm impressed I've managed it for so long, though maybe I shouldn't congratulate myself before I manage to update a little more frequently than every three months or so... Still, it's longer than I've managed any other kind of diary/journal type thing. If I'm honest, I guess that's down to vanity more than anything else; there's a little thrill from the thought that some complete stranger could be reading my personal thoughts and become fascinated with the little nothings that make up my life. I'm aware that it's incredibly creepy for me to get excited at this but hey, we all need to get our kicks somehow. Some choose drink, some choose drugs, I choose reverse voyeurism.

Anyway. Lots of stuff has already happened this Summer, namely my big brother getting married on the distant, sunny shore of Cuba. While it was absolutely amazing, I've already talked about it to so many of my friends that I can't actually face a full-on discussion of it now. I'll just let it be said that mojitos are gods among drinks, and I am so getting married abroad in a luxury all-inclusive hotel. Really, it was just beautiful. It's not like I could get married in a church even if I wanted to, being an unbaptised heathen. The only wedding scenario which could possibly better that of Jo and Fliss is one mentioned by some lady at dinner named Linda: that is, the groom parachuting from the sky at the feet of his lady and their getting married on the beach. I love the idea of my true love falling gently from the sky. Except, does that mean he gets married in a jumpsuit? I don't think that would be such a good look for the wedding photos.

The other big thing happening this Summer are the A Level results. Despite agonising over my performance when existing my exams, I'm now feeling pretty confident that I'll get my grades and be moving North to Sheffield. (Which will make it even worse if I have fucked it up...) I'm not as scared about uni as I was previously, having talked about it more with various people who are equally as anxious and nervous about being dunked into a vat full of strangers, as well as my good friend Flora who's just finished her first year at Oxford. So yes, although I shouldn't be excited before I actually get my results, little shoots of anticipation and impatience to just be GONE from this place have started and are increasing in both frequency and power. I have already decided on a list of people I shall make friends with:

• someone who can cook (to share a house with in 2nd + 3rd year)
• someone who shares my taste in music (to attend all manner of gigs with, starting with the Decemberists in October and the ARCADE FIRE in November, OH MY GOD)
• someone with admirable nerdy/techy prowess (to heal my computer should it decide to die at any point)
• someone incredibly rich (so they can buy me nice gifts and invite me to stay at their beautiful mansion over the holidays)

I guess it would be pretty good to make friends with general people that I like and get on with too but you know, I shouldn't be greedy.

I hope to keep writing in this when I've gone. Maybe I'll be too busy getting drunk, having it off with strangers and sleeping through lectures as the first-year student is traditionally wont to do, but I've never really enjoyed those things so far in my life and see no real reason why I should change my habits now. I like to write. And, while obviously I will continue to contact my school-friends via email (ALWAYS, Nish, ALWAYS) or facebook as appropriate, maybe I could start to use this as a proper means of communication.

It is now pretty late, and I'm pretty tired. I'm going to bed. I aim to re-read the whole of Harry Potter from start to finish over the Summer (neglecting the mound of books purchased from charity shops that I had previously intended to work my way through, oops) and I am only half way through Chamber of Secrets right now. I need to get a move on. x