Khoi Nguyen and his Rather Inappropriate Moan

Well, here we go again. From the success (ha!) from my MySpace blog, I decided to do it all over again using this wonderful little website. How lovely.

And to think, the last time I made an entry in that MySpace blog, I was coming to the end of my A-Levels. How time flies like a stoned pig.

But yes yes, I'm in university and all, whoopee-doo.

Some might be astounded by this casual feeling towards university. I, myself, am quite surprised about...well, myself. I was just like everyone else; absolutely excited; just waiting to start a whole new chapter.

But this 'meh' feeling is all justified, ladies and gentlemen, and the chapter begins with the dullest start ever. When I moved in to my house (I was unable to get a halls place due to joining from Clearing. Pah.) I thought, "It's OK. I can work my way around it, it's not a big deal."

What followed was something unusual; a series of problems that were not negative, but problems that were merely....problematic.

Housemates. They're nice people, but they are older than me, and working, rather than studenting (which is a word, obvs). The social gap is gaping between us when a conversation happens, and said conversation flows like sandpaper.

Then there's meeting new people. Now, because I was all alone, I did the one thing I could only think of at the time to make new friends; jazz hands and a strangely high voice. Some of you may have been the victim of this, or some may have heard of this strange beast. Thankfully, I didn't get any strange looks, or threats of phone calls to police if I don't back off, they were friendly. Perhaps a bit too friendly. Disorientatingly friendly. I was taken aback, but went with it. And after I talked to them for a while, I said see ya and walked off.

...See what I did wrong there? Yep, I forgot to ask them for a method of contact. And this repeated itself numerous times, and which ultimately led to another problem. Fresher's Week.

Now I don't know about you, but I didn't enjoy it as well as I thought. Nope. When you're on your own, at a Fresher's Fair, let's say, and you're moping around. Half of your attention is genuinely looking at things to join, and things to take. Which is all well and good, and it would've been much better if the other half wasn't whining like a three-year-old-kid, crying and screaming and kicking due to lack of human contact. It was mortifying, let me tell you. Never, ever attend Fresher's events on your own. People will laugh at you. People will point and laugh. The DJ in the near vicinty will stop the music, and instruct everyone to laugh at you. Jesus himself will point to you from the sky with a massive finger, and bellow out in joy. Har har har!

...This little recollection of events really has got me down. Right now, I have a tie around my neck that's a bit tighter than recommended. But, let me assure you, everything's looking up. My course is going well, I've met lots of people from my course, and also from societies. Surely, and slowly, that tie is getting looser.

So there you have it. People, don't be fooled in thinking everyone's start to university goes as well and rosy as people say they do. They might do in some of your cases, in which case, I'm very, intensely jealous of you. But hear this!

Khoi hasn't taken over Bristol over yet. But he will. Sooner or later, he will.

It's true. It's damn true!