I Was Never A Normal Boy

It's been a long, eventful summer. This doesn't mean I'm going to talk about it, for the same reasons it's taken so long to write anything about it at all. There were terrible times, amazing times, more teenage-angsty-drama than all seven years of secondary school combined (while this is probably hyperbole.. there was a lot) more alcohol than all seven years of secondary school combined (probably not an exaggeration this time, but it might go some way to explaining the last bit) and so much more that even if I wanted to talk about the painful crap (which is so intertwined with the awesome stuff that it's sometimes hard to tell the difference) I wouldn't have the time or the motivation anymore. It's been too long, and too much has happened.

As it is, anyway, the summer is over, and tomorrow (Later today, really. about nine hours if we keep to my dads plan) I'm leaving to go to the University of Essex to study English Literature and get obscenely inebriated (Not necessarily in that order. I may well even try both simultaneously).

The most important part of this is that it means everything is changing. Leaving the summers events behind probably means I can start posting again.

As soon as I recover from freshers week, of course