I am using my free time effectively, whilst also compensating for my lack of life love in a very mature way: I watch bad films about other people's romances. Today I watched 'You've Got Mail' and I do not even fancy Tom Hanks (does anyone?!); yesterday I watched 'Goal!'; the day before... You get the idea. I has reached the point that I cannot even distinguish a 'good' romcom from a 'poor' one anymore, and I have realised that I really ought to do something constructive; for this reason I decided to start a blog. Well, that is not strictly true; it was one of my many aims for the summer, but I was finding it too intimidating, like filling in an 'all about you' form.
My brother is having to do this at the moment for his accommodation at Durham. They insist that they take the questionnaire very seriously, and he is treating it in much the same way as I am dealing with my too-long summer holiday: as a joke and a waste of time. Accordingly his form reads as follows. Beliefs: 'Manchester United 4 lyf'. Interests: 'TV'. Ideal Roommate: 'Manchester United supporter'; he toyed with the idea of requesting 'blonde, six-foot, big tits' but decided it might not go down too well. Part of his problem is that he takes issue with the form asking what level of sport you play: 'school/ county/ regional...' As he pointed out, it is clear that this refers to 'university' sport: 'county level' means nothing for football, the nation's most widely played game (and the one that he plays). Shame on you, Durham snobbery.
So whilst he is forced to tell his college-to-be about himself (yet again), unless he wants to live with Third Years, I am finally attempting to combat my inertia, posting my own 'all about me form' to the internet. So hello cyberspace, here goes nothing. I am learning to write.
