Make up your mind steel wool. Are there iron sheep hopping around in Scotland?

So, it's official. I'm a student yet again. The intimidating sandstone structure of UQ welcomed a whole state-load of fresh first years on Monday (2nd March), and there were mixed emotions in the air.

It was a mix of:

• Eagerness - from the nerds who get off to study because they have no social life what-so-ever.
• Fear - from those weren't cool enough to do engineering, thus not having any cool friends to study with.
• Resentment - from those who had a kickass holiday and regret not taking a gap year.

I think I personally fall in the latter category. The end-half of my holidays really did pick up, and it's a shame that freedom isn't my bitch anymore. Instead, I'm chained to university's bedpost by assignments and contact hours, getting whipped on my bare ass by sleep deprivation.

But behind my quiet resentment of re-starting my education, there was a tiny flame of anticipation and curiosity of what uni would be like. But before all of this, I had to get to uni first.

For the first time this summer, Kelis and her milkshake failed to wake me. An 8 hour sleep after 42 hours of constant consciousness just doesn't do the trick apparently. I woke on my own accords at a still-ungodly hour of 7am. 1 hour before my lecture began. G-fucking-G.

Never fear, I'm magic, I was punctual for my lecture. I didn't ask to be special. It just kinda happened.

My efforts were redundant though, the lecture itself was pointless and boring, not to mention it was the only lecture I had that day. 9am, back to home.

So is Uni all that it is hyped up to be?? Well so far I can give you a big fat "yea...NO". Hopefully it will pick up next week, or I'm going to have a lovely 5 years of brain numbing monotony.