It's been a very long time since i last posted on here, i suppose i never really got into it. But watching Marly and Me (again) has inspired me to try and make some more time to write. We'll have to just wait and see how long this lasts.

So much has happened since i last posted, i really don't know where i should begin. I guess i should start with Cardiff. I'm now coming up to the end of my first year in university, deadlines are coming up quickly and exams are on the horizon. I'm feeling fairly relaxed about them at the moment, but i'm sure the panic will kick in in a few weeks. I've made some great friends here and had so many great memories already. From our endless days (and nights) of playing Mario Kart to the joys of fake Christmas. I know i'm really going to miss our flat next year, it'll be strange not to have our 5am chats and waking up to half dead faces but i'm really excited about what's to come. It'll be great to have our own space, with the emphasis being on space! Finally we'll have more than a shoebox to live in and maybe we'll be able to breath out at the same time.

Things in Cardiff started off kinda slow. With Katie being ill and me falling into somekind of rut, i didn't really do anything with my time. I guess i was just settling in, getting to know everyone in the flat and get to grips with my course. But in this new year i've had lots more to do. Me and Katie have had a great weekend in Bath, we've been to the cinema a fair amount, we went to Amsterdam with Pete and Emma and have been to see productions of ''To Kill a Mockingbird" and most recently "The Death of a Salesman". On top of this for the last 5 weeks i've been training for the Sport Relief run. It's felt great to get back into training, i always feel like it motivates me in other parts of my life. Anyway the run, though it was only 6miles long, has inspired me to take part in the Cardiff half-marathon, which is in october (I think).

This week, Pete came to visit me and Katie at home. We had a great time, firstly in St Fagans and then back in Llandeilo. We found new levels to Pete's stupidity. We managed to convince him that a hill was somebodies house. I bet if we told him to sit and wait for the Teletubbies to come out, he would have just sat there happily enough for hours. I really don't know how he is so easy to wind up. Let's face it, he's practically an infant.

Coming back has brough mixed emotions. It's been great to see all the family I've left behind but i came back to mind my Mum has been admitted to hospital. We don't know what's wrong, the tests aren't back. It doesn't seem too serious but not knowing what it is is worrying. I'm sure she'll be fine but until we know for sure i'm bought to worry. So for now i'm looking after my sisters, taking them for walks and stuff. Katie's been helping me out lots. I don't know how i'd do it all without her. She's been amazing as usual.

There is so much more i could say, but i won't. I feel like it's dragged on enough. And anyway my attention span is screaming at me to stop and instead find some way to cause trouble. I'll do my best to make this a regular thing. Maybe i could try and post once a week, I'll try to avoid these 7 month gaps anyway.