I will live on, in the hearts of men and the minds of women. Not very likely, of course, but it's a relatively mighty opening sentence for a journal entry. Especially one of mine.

So, having received my exam results on Monday (and they weren't too bad), I decided I best take stock of my life, and see exactly what has happened. Twenty years have passed, and one year left of university. This "student experience" has really been nothing more than a facade to me, if I'm being perfectly honest.

Let's look at it. Your stereotypical student is, for all intents and purposes, a waster. He/She skips lectures, goes to the student union to get pissed at least five nights out of seven, racks up huge amounts of debt, lives away from home on baked beans, doesn't wash, makes loads of friends, has numerous sexual partners, works in a pub, and never wakes up before 1am. I am none of the above. I never skip lectures. I never go out and get pissed, I'm not in any debt other than my overdraft, I eat fairly well, having meals made for me every night. No sex (please, I'm British), friends or long lies. In fact, I could even extend to say that my own student experience has been largely mundane.

So, is it time for a change? Hardly likely. I only have one more year remaining in this degree, and it's a bit late to start being a lazy doss. I'm not exactly sure why I'm bemoaning my position - I guess it's just been because I've realised how few friends I actually have. Quite sad, really.

In other news, I'm hoping (praying, indeed) that I'm able to get standing tickets for Ian Brown in November. The tickets have apparently been going quickly, so tomorrow shall be spent frantically trying to get some. The Franz Ferdinand tickets are still not procured...Another cross. I have no passport, despite the fact I have a flight in ten days, and I haven't sent away for my student fees for next year, despite the fact I signed the form three weeks ago. Oh, and my hair needs cut.

My life is a mess.