7 weeks is a hell of a long time.

I'm finding myself a phenominally busy person, with life occupying a great majority of my time, with the rest of it being spent in relative isolation behind my (perennially unlocked) door.

FilmSoc takes up the most noticable chunk of my life, with set-ups taking an hour or so with the Ents Crew. I always come away fatigued from that, as I am prone to get overly stressed over small,-yet at the time, vital- things. It becomes disheartening when the members of the society quite candidly could not give a toss how much effort you put into what you do for them. On the 31st I spent at least 6 hours on the job (Ents double that) organisint a big sound system in the Union's big auditorium. We had capacity for 250, and 50 turned up - this desptire a blanket poster campaign and emailing. At times I'd like nothing better than to utter one final "fuck you" and be done with it, but I'm not prone to such extreme action.It will get the better of me some day.

Andrew came down for a detox weekend. He brought with him a healthy dose of reality to a very unreal place. No-one else I know can make me laugh as much as he can, even with the smallest, most silly things. He seems to be getting better with the wholse fucking mess that is his living situation, and I doubt very much much of my advice has gone into practice... But it's his life, and it's not my place to dictate. It's all distant, and hazy from my standpoint, like every other damn thing in the wider world.

But then again, I enjoy it that way. I revel in being hard to reach, remote- even within the town, hell, even in my own flat. It's a very selfish life, but still one I find myself wallowing in.

Flat life is fantastic. The people I'm with ar perfect. Everyone does thier bit, and no-one falls out or takes things too seriously (except me, perhaps)..It truly is a free life.

Except the work. The workrate is high and constant. But again, I like it like that. Biology is so engaging, so fufilling. It's everything I worked my arse off in school to have. The students and fine, the lectureres and staffare on the whole polite and enthusiastic, and some even make the effort to learn your name, which means the world to me, especially when it come to doctors and professors I suspect may become "mentors" of a sort. It stimulates me so much, pervades everything I do and think.

This was evidenced in a short horror story I based around scuba diving and submitted to a Halloween competition rune by the english department. I won. The first competition I have ever won.It was a landmark for me (but perhaps alienated some of my friends in the department).

I'm up north now for reading week, with two 2000 word essays to finish before Monday, so naturally I'm procrastinating. Time to pull the thumb out tomorrow. I must finish the first drafts. I must...

Late night again. Time to wrap this up.