This is what my bedroom looks like at the moment. As you can see, I’ve run out of room on my desk and started putting things on the floor. Actually, one of my drawers is on the floor. I don’t even remember why, so it must’ve been there for a while.

You can’t see it in the photo (which, by the way, I took with my DSi because I couldn’t be bothered to look for my camera) but my alarm clock fell off the bedside table and took a mug with it and the mug smashed. They’re both still on the floor because I’m too lazy to bend down and pick them up.

I should probably be ashamed, but I can’t even be bothered to feel shame. Lately I seem to spend more of my time procrastinating and thinking about doing things than actually doing them. And when I do do something it inevitably goes wrong, and I end up feeling like I might as well not have bothered.

Like today. I got up early to book tickets for me and Steve (@steveforan) to see The Feeling, and fully intending to write one of my five essays afterwards. What I actually did was book a week on the Norfolk Broads, because obviously I’ve been working hard and desperately need a holiday.

Then hunger overtook laziness for a while, and I had to drag myself to Tesco because I’d run out of food. I scanned my Clubcard key fob, put my keys on top of the self-service checkout, and actually thought to myself, “Ha, I bet I forget to pick them up again.” Then I walked home and realised I’d forgotten to pick up my damn keys. How is that even possible? How can somebody think something, and then forget about it in the time it takes to tear off their receipt?

You know what…? I don’t think there’s even going to be a point to this. But the kitchen’s messy because we stayed up late playing the celebrity Post-it note game, and I don’t want to clean it. And it’s clearly more fun to write a light-hearted blog post than an essay titled, “The dominance of US television programmes worldwide amounts to a form of ‘cultural imperialism’. Discuss.”

I’ll probably blog again later, too. It’s been a while and I totally have lots of things to tell you. Stick around, OK?

Home sweet home

I’ve been at university for nearly two weeks now, so I thought I’d check in and let you know how I’ve been getting on.

Getting here turned out to be a complete nightmare — a couple of weeks before I was due to move, MDX e-mailed to let me know they’d run out of space in the halls I applied for. Luckily, my best friend knows someone on the accommodation team, who suggested Robbins Hall in Enfield. They’re the nicest halls for the university, but they’re also the most expensive and furthest away from the campus.

Me, being "studenty"

I moved in on Monday 14th September, and once I’d finally convinced Mum to go home and leave me to my own devices, I met my flatmate Hattie and her friend Joey. I can honestly say they’re two of the nicest people I’ve ever come across — without them I would still be feeling completely lost, but they’ve made it so easy to settle in and I hope we’re going to be friends for a very long time.

Once we’d finished unpacking, we headed down to our local Wetherspoons for a drink and it only took Hattie a few minutes to ask if I was gay. That might sound awkward, but it was actually a huge relief: at college, it took me weeks to come out (I know, I know — it’s not exactly a secret) so it was great to be able to be myself straight off the bat. Our flat is already famous for its “gay wall” — basically a collection of the hottest guys from Attitude — and most of the other people on the complex are doing creative courses, so nobody really bats an eyelid.

OK, one person has batted an eyelid. But he made himself quite unpopular in the process, so I’m not worried.

Standing in a cupboard: more fun than you think

I won’t pretend life in halls is everything it’s cracked up to be. I’m quite a reserved person, so I’m finding the constant parties a bit much. I’d much rather sit down with five or six people and have a proper conversation — screaming at someone across a hot, cramped, dark, loud kitchen doesn’t do it for me. For a couple of days I drifted about feeling quite lonely and detached, but I’m slowly getting to know people and I reckon I’ll feel right at home within the next couple of weeks.

Yesterday was the start of freshers week, so I finally got to meet some other TV production students. So far, everyone seems really nice, but I’m dying to actually start work instead of queuing up and waiting around all day. There isn’t much to do around here, so I’m going to go stir crazy unless things pick up soon.

On Friday we’re going to the actual freshers fair, so I might find some exciting things to sign up for. Joey and I have been talking about starting a show on MUD Radio, which would be nice — it’s been a few months since I did any presenting, and I’m dying to get back into it.

I think that’s just about all there is to say at the moment. Stalk me on Twitter if you want to know what I’m doing all the time; and I’ll try to blog again as soon as I have some time to myself. Kisses!

But I’ve forked out £12 now, so I’m determined to get my money’s worth and do something with it. Which explains the “installed-WordPress-on-a-whim-and-just-tweaked-the-default-theme-a-bit” look.

Anyway, I’m Mike (duh), I’m 20 years old, and I’m a media student. (Or, at least, I was until I finished college; and will be again when I start university in September.) I live with my mum, my stepdad, and one of my stepdad’s fetid offspring in Bedfordshire.

In my spare time, I design and run websites, write, sleep a lot, stalk people on Facebook, and watch copious amounts of TV.

Things I am a fan of include The Feeling, Ace Attorney, Zachary Quinto, The Sims, Two Pints, Pokémon, Heroes, Big Brother USA, Attitude magazine, and Final Destination.

Things I am not a fan of include Fearne Cotton, ITV News, action films, the Conservative Party, hot weather, Coldplay, Jo Whiley, Microsoft, and Lemsip.

That’s pretty much all you need to know about me. Anything else you can pick up along the way.

Speaking of which, I’m still not 100% sure what I’m going to be blogging about. But you can expect life stuff, Web design and writing projects, reviews, crappy student films, and pretty much everything else that pops into my head that I can’t squeeze into 140 characters.

Hmm, this could actually be fun.