Hello there. It's been a shamefully long time since I've blogged, so, keeping with tradition of slacking off when I'm supposed to be studying, I've decided to finally sit down and write something. Not that anything noteworthy hasn't happened. I mean, there were debates (in various languages), arguments, football matches, investiture(s), band practices... in short, more than I ever thought I was capable of pulling off in a month's time. It's not like there wasn't time either, in between the long hours of slacking off in front of my books. There just never was the inclination. (Lord help me, the grammar in that last one was atrocious).

Anyway, we had a band get-together this Sunday, and I can honestly say that I have never, ever run around that much in my life before, even when I was a kid. First we had to set up the Treasure Hunt, then we had to guide the search parties, then we had to clean up the remains of the Treasure Hunt. Noon to ten-thirty. Ten-and-a-half hours. I swear, it was almost as bad as Expressions. Actually, no. Nothing could ever be as bad as Expressions. That was at least a hundred-and-twenty hours, non-stop.
There was a lot more besides the Treasure Hunt, of course, and, all in all, it was rather amazing.
I'm already preparing for my farewell speech for next year, lest I break down like my seniors.

As usual, the dream was shattered the next afternoon, when the grim reality of the world outside the band hit. I did, however, learn a valuable lesson, and that is that taking the blame and feeling guilty is far easier than voicing your convictions. Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way, and, also, according to research, apparently the best way. I finally understand what PK was talking about. Damn.

So there you have it, a resurrection, if you will, of the blog, and a precursor to what will hopefully be a long list of future blog-posts.