Home, kinda.

So. I'm back alive and kicking. Beating off first years with a stick. Any varsity student will tell you that going back is bitter sweet. No longer can I roll donw to the Pick 'n Pay with my mom's credit card and go bananas, yet I can come home, pissed as a newt and no one cares. I shall keep this short because, for starters I am tired and hungover.

This year should be a good one. I am now settled into the routine of varsity life and am comfortable with everything that is around me.

'Till next time, chaps.

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