icon is appropriate; also Chris's dad hates me now.

[apiphile]

Am now inducted. Tutors are full of cyncism and copious swearwords. Class is full of male people. Prospect of attempting education in an area in which I am not already an insufferable know-it-all and can't just bullshit my way to a decent grade remains faintly terrifying; met up with C after induction and for some unfathomable reason in no way connected to being an absolute star at Dealing With Things decided that what a day which had at this point included NO FOOD really needed was WHISKEY.

So we sat by the canal and drank half a bottle each of whiskey while I warbled about Mountain Goats and was endlessly MEAN about people I am supposedly friends with and Chris explained The North to me.

Classes start next Friday. Hoooooooo. This is going to be hard.