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Good evening, good morning or good day (whatever time you read it). It has been ‘hinted’ at several times that I’ve been needing to write a blog so here it is. Uni or Tanzi? Uni/Tanzi? Uni/Tanzi? Uni it is.

 I sit here at Brunel University typing, avoiding doing work (procrastination seems to be a key aspect of student life), but there we go. With 3 assigments set I don’t think I need to worry too much… I think. Anyway, the campus is a good size, not too large (like Nottingham) but not too small (like Bath). It takes about 5 mins to walk from my flat to the lecture centre, which is the heart of campus (nearly). I apologise now for the heavy use of brackets, I haven’t really got through any kind of long writing, mostly emails, without including a lot of them (just ask Tammy). My flat lies on level 6, which is either the 5th or 4th floor, depending which direction you look at the building from, its complicated. Accomodation wise I have been quite lucky and have been given a disabled room. That is to say that the room itself is not disabled, which would be a challenge to living, ‘ yes, the room you have been given is a disabled room. The lights don’t work the door doesn’t open, it only has half a floor and the bathroom isn’t ‘. You never know, it might have happened. Alas, I digress. I have been allocated a room designed for those physically handicapped, why it exists on level 6 I don’t know (hmmm, maybe to challenge them). It is quite large, but the layout is fairly poor, in the sense that the space could be utilised to be more effective and to carry greater storage facilities (I’ve got it, if I graduate I shall become an interior designer (find out later)). I also have a rather large beanbag now, its very comfy and I have fallen asleep on several occasions while reading course relevant books (maybe they were just really boring). Stop with the brackets!!! I shall try, but no promises (just kidding (about these brackets I pointlessly added-couldn’t resist)).

 You probably think ‘ get on with it, stop blabbering on about brackets and a beanbag, what’s your course? ‘ My course is that of Aerospace Engineering (MEng). Basically it is a glorified version of mechanical engineering (notice how I made that one less important by not capitalising it). In short it is maths and physics applied to things, and my course applies this more to flying things. We also get lectures about management, group working etc, the usual sorts of things.

 I can’t think of what else to say, errrrmm, writer’s block. For an engineer, yes I know, doesn’t seem appropriate, and as a result I’ve gone out on yet another pointless tangent leading to nowhere and beyond. Sounds like a fun place to visit.

 Anyway, sporting injuries suck!!! (bear with me (correct bear?? English isn’t my strong point, Bulgarian is (just kidding)) Five days before coming to uni, I developed a rather annoying ankle injury, no prizes for guessing which sport, resulting in some limping over the next few days. So that was waaaaaaaay back in mid-September. Once at uni, at the fresher’s fayre I picked up a voucher for a free 15 min physio session with the sports physio in the indoor 100m track, conveniently right outside my halls. In the session it turns out that I had a grade 1 tear of the anterior-talo-fibular-ligament (a mild sprain) which is a real pain in the….ankle. As a result I haven’t been able to do sports since mid-September, which is really annoying, so I ignored that partly and have been doing fencing, although not to the level I would like (thank you very much you stupid ankle, go and get yourself injured why don’t you). Swords are fun, maybe its just me. But here’s a tip, don’t get your foot stuck under a rather large chap and then have a few more running at you and ploughing your leg over while your foot remains stationary, otherwise you’ll most likely get what I’ve got (a parrot), or worse (just kidding, I don’t have a parrot, I was watching some Futurama recently, gotta love it).

Assignments are so time consuming, the research, the typing, the non-plagarism, its all hassle. I see nothing wrong with plagarism, although I will if I ever publsih a paper (but seriously, I do see what’s wrong with it) but you aren’t even allowed to look over the person sitting next to you’s shoulder and copy their work. What is the world coming to, when you can’t even solve hard problems by copying. Don’t worry, I work them out first them see if people get the same.

 Anyway, I hear a calling. That calling is coming from the shelf above me. Futurama calls. An essential piece of kit that every student needs. Cheerio all.