First word to the blogging world

It's quite an odd sensation thinking of what to write in my first ever blogpost - I already feel like I have to write something that'll impress, I'm 100% positive though that that sensation will swiftly move on.

I decided to take a Creative Writing module in my last year at Uni, mainly because I thought it would be a bit of a doss, but as I found out, I quite enjoy writing. I'm not very good at it, which is why my tutor told me start a blog. S that's what I'm doing, at the end of the academic year, starting a blog. Better late than never? That's why I'm here now anyway, listening to my tutor, just 7 months late. 

What's that? Why decide to do one now? Well my life at university, and in Canterbury is soon coming to an end, and I'm going to have to enter the big bad world and get a full-time job, which means I may not be able to stay in bed until neighbours comes on at 1.45pm. So having somewhere to post how I'm surviving the wakeupcall that is life, that isn't constant twitter updates, or the world's longest facebook status, could be quite relaxing.

A few pointless things about me?

My name is Harriet, and I live in London, apart from when I'm at university in Canterbury - Though on the 13th May I finish for good, no more assignments, no more lectures, no more exams. Scary. 

I have two fish named Choug and Darlie - My best mate bought Darlie, i bought Choug, and at the time of purchase our boyfriends (Doug and Charlie) said, don't you dare name you're fish after us, so we didn't. It took me 2 months to actually get my fishtank up and running with fish inside, and everybody told me that they would die within a week - 1 year, and 5 months later, they are still as alive and as stupid as ever. Choug regularly tries to escape, and Darlie just eats and spits out stones.

I also have a dog called Poppy at home in London, I am slightly obsessed, and cannot wait to move back home and have her to talk too everyday, I swear she understands what we say to her. You may hear a lot about her as time goes on.

Talking of obsessions, I'm also slightly obsessed with Cath Kidston - when I have my own house when I'm older, I'm going to have to restrain myself otherwise everything is going to be covered in flowers. Awkward. 

Something to think about - Does the Queen's bedroom have spiders lurking in the corners... Answers on a postcard.