Good First Impressions are SO 0AD!

It's quite hard to start off a blog when you have no real reason for wanting to write a blog. The last time I wrote anything vaguely resembling one was in the good ol' Go Cry to Livejournal days. I miss those days. I'm sure my three followers do too.

However, perhaps I should start by telling you something about myself. My name's Hazel. At time of writing I'm 19 going on 7. I'm reading Philosophy, Religion and Ethics at Heythrop College, University of London. Most of my conversations nowadays involve the nature of my beautiful Bachelors. They all inevitably boil down to this:

Inquirer: So, what are you studying?

Me: Philosophy, Religion and Ethics.

I: Oh, wow, that's a lot. Where?

M: It's a tiny uni you'll have never heard of as it specialises in Philosophy and Theology. It's called Heythrop, part of the Uni of London.

I: Oh, no, I've not heard of it.

M: There are nuns walking around everywhere.

I: Oh, wow, really?!?

M: Yeh, my halls of residence is attached to a nunnery.

I: Woah, nuns.

I love what I study. It allows me to think about things that I've never thought of. You can really look at things in the world in a different light. I rarely come out of lectures feeling uninterested in the subject I'm studying. Most times I just come out of them believing it was probably a silly idea to wake up at 10:20 for a 10:30 lecture. Even worse when I wake up at the same time for a 9:30 one.

I have thoughts on tuition fees. Many thoughts. I won't share them in this introduction.

I don't ooze art nouveau. Sometimes I try but when it gets to wearing a chic hat and pair of glasses and posing with a cigarette for a black and white photo, everything just goes to pot. I don't conduct my life through succinct Sisyphun quotations or through tidbits of art or poetry. I know that I love Oscar Wilde. I know that I find some art beautiful. I know that I find some music magical. I don't need anything else to make me whole.

I'm a bit of an odd sort of female creature. I try to wear nice clothes (sometimes) but generally I tend to shun makeup. I have this odd feeling that if people don't really want to get to know me without make-up, I don't really want them getting to know me with make-up. I guess, luckily for me, I don't look in the mirror and feel that the person staring back at me is lacking in beauty and in want of strangely tinted powder. Furthermore, apart from the occasional appearance of the notorious guyliner, men don't have to wear make-up. And some of them aren't exactly lookers. I'm not the most attractive person in comparison to what most people would call attractive but the same goes for most of the rest of me so who really cares?

I mostly tend to deflect talking about myself apart from when it comes to the superficial. When you start believing that no one will care about your problems you inevitably start to ingrain the idea of bottling things up and it becomes very hard to actually start talking about things that start affecting you. This is so just so that you know that there won't be any emo rants on here.

I'm also known for being someone who has a penchant for Sprite and sweets (especially pixie sticks).

I also have Boobs.

I have run out of profound things to say about myself.

I also really hate Times New Roman