"Hello, I'm in college"

Hello, I'm in college. I may just be on the cusp of a revolutionary discovery; the second in the same morning. In fact, if you're reading these very words, then I've absolutely cusped the cusp of revolution cusping. By this I mean that I have actually made another discovery, and haven't got ahead of myself. If you're not reading these words (and you'll know if you're not, you just won't be aware of it. Wait, what?) then I've gotten overly excited prematurely about a non-discovery. Shut the hell up, Ben. Earlier I managed to access Twitter from one of several computer rooms on site, and it blew my mind. Y'see, I'd always assumed that websites such as Twitter (loosely categorised as 'social networking', which bugs me a little) would be blocked by the server - after all, that site that everyone goes on every second of every day to live on and stuff is blocked. 'Facebook' or some shit like that. It'll never take off. Twitter was the subject of my first pleasantly surprising discovery though - my second discovery comes in the form of Blogger. I can not only access the website itself to view other people's blogs, and check on my own (and watch those sweet, sweet viewing numbers rise thanks solely to a bad Arctic Monkeys review), but I can also write up and publish new posts. Fuck you, this excites me. This excites me nearly as much as 'inventing' Tequila Mockingbird, until I realise it's already been ever so slightly thought up by another mind previously, and is an actual cocktail. Gutting. And there was me thinking that classical Mexican literature was dead and buried.

'NO FOOD AND DRINK', the sign bellows. From my comfortable (and particularly well oiled) executive chair, I can see four different copies of this apparently urgent message. WHEN YOU SEE CAPITALS, LARGE FONT AND BOLD BLACK LETTERING, YOU KNOW THEY MEAN BUSINESS. According to the pathetic looseness of Psychology AS (one of a few emerging 'fake' sciences, y'know, where you can have a thought and it's immediately right with no actual scientific evidence...), I tend to be a bit of a non-conformist personality, which is exactly why I'm sitting here, sipping vimto and eating chocolate digestives with pride. This is the life. Permission to turn back on a previous comment? Thank you. I really enjoy Psychology - it's interesting, engaging, unique, and needless to say one of the easier subjects you could choose. It sits just above Dance...I'm such a gifted dancer. I'd happily argue that Psychology doesn't necessarily have to be backed up by as much stone-cold scientific backing as the big three of Biology, Chemistry and Physics. The nature of what Psychology requires as student to study means that it's not possible to go by formulas, and a straight confined path. There's several theories, each making logical sense in their own way - some of which do hold scientific support as one of their advantages. I guess it's just nice to have a subject where you can weigh up different approaches to say, psychopathology, and evaluate psychologists' research. Okay, I'm not going to lie, evaluation's the worst bit - but the human mind is bloody fascinating. Do me a favour and take Psychology. Or Dance; that shit's fucking awesome.

Well then, I guess I'd better run along. I have a busy day ahead of me! I've got to...erm...do some...sitting around...and then...well...have lunch on the concrete outside Morrison's...and...yeah, life's thrilling. I don't know what I'd do if I wasn't stuck in East Norfolk Sixth Form College ('enorf', as we so affectionately call it) for every single weekday of my depressing teenage life. Except have a moderately interesting life, and be at least 15% less depressed. Cheers, Yarmouth.