Current mood:	relaxed
Current music:	Virgin Radio: Marc Cohn - Walking in Memphis

Refresher's Week
...okay, so that last entry wasn't typed up on Saturday, but it may as well have, because the focus has changed since that night. For the past 30 hours, Campus has been deluged with Freshers.

That feels so odd. We're Second Years. That much is clear, for we've got a lot of work to do with the courses we're signed up for. I'm not going to post my timetable, yet, as German haven't released theirs, and if there is a clash with them and History, German wins, so even the few History courses I have scheduled are subject to change, however unlikely that may be. I've various work to do for the various SU groups I'm involved in. I'm used to Holloway now, even though I've so much more to come, and I quite simply cannot put myself back into that Fresher mindframe. It was like an emotional overdose, a frantic blur of opportunity and confusion. Welcome to Williamson, to German, to Holloway, to the SU. What subject do you study? I gave everyone in Williamson a biscuit on that first night. I doubt many remembered after a few weeks. The mood didn't last for long, but it was in constant transition as we were transformed from Freshers to Hollowegians.

I've not been onto Campus since Friday. In fact, I've done very little since Friday. Attempts to match the sleeping pattern failed, and backfired to leave me exhausted until midday both today and Saturday. There was some drama on the Saturday, at least: after noticing a helicopter had been circling the Hazel vicinity for an hour, I went outside to see if I could work out what was going on, and immediately saw a load of police cars at the end of the road. As I approached, the news spread that it was all okay: a local child, who rides his bike everywhere and always says hello (he's so sweet) went missing, but was found to be hiding at 'Clare's house'. Seeing the police gave me a bit of shock, though. I wonder if any Freshers were bemused at their first few minutes at Holloway having a police helicopter hovering nearby?

So, it's a time for nostalgia. I didn't have time for internet in my Fresher's week, and my few updates were bitty and confused, but so are my memories. I remember the first night, the lasagne and pantry talks, and I remember listening to the college radio as we came onto Campus for the first time. I listened to it again on Saturday. I still think hardly anyone listens. I remember the excitement, the new faces, the flurry of Second Years moving into positions to meet and greet the newbies, and to join the Classics society!. Anime were dressed up as State Alchemists, whilst emilyhannon wore a Dirndl to promote German. That was Fresher's Fayre...we've got that to come, on the flip side. I'll probably be on three stalls over the two days, and rushed off my socks, to be sure. We'll see. I remember departmental parties, and the buzz of beckoning new courses, and my own dilemma whether or not to lessen the German part of my course (I was right in not doing so). I remember pudding_dragon, unfathomableone, datfay and caughtbydogs. zeibura_kathau came to visit sometime towards the end of the Fresher's period, after we'd ran when someone put 'Bat Out of Hell' on the Jukebox three times in sucession.

It's a week for making memories, and a week for remembering them. Life at Hazel House is hardly any different, however...well, this is Second Year. I'll be 20 this year, and that's a scarier age than 19. I hated the idea of having to go to Holloway. Well, as I setttled with myself further on, it is what happened, and that's the way it is. It's not so bad, and fate is subjective, or so it feels as I walk across Campus, seeing the Heathrow Control Tower winking at me on the skyline.

I've got Virgin Radio on again. They're playing pretty much the same tunes as before, and I love them all. I'm a social person, but I do like this peace with the night, half-light, warm drink and music...it's just turned to 'Handbags & Gladrags'. I'll have to find out who this DJ is, methinks. Not that he'll ever play One Winged Angel...speaking of which...

If I were here at 1:02, I think I'd scream myself unconscious. I love the game, as I'm increasingly realising, and Final Fantasy music is one of the few things I claim to be truly geeky about. Oh, 1:02, you win. I cried the first three times I watched that.

This is Jonjo, this year's Accommodation Exec. Aside from being quite pretty, does he remind you of anyone? I believe I almost shouted when I saw him at a GM in May.