Highlighter Stars.

Yes, I know that’s not exactly the most imaginative title, but it covers the topic of this post fairly accurately, so I’m leaving it as is.

So. Let me do a little introduction.

I’m Emma, and I’m posting in this blog because Daniel - who’s the Head Honcho (so to speak) around these 14lines parts - for some reason told me I could/should have a blog on here. Because he’s nice like that =)
I kept a web diary for the entirety of Year 10 (I’m still not sure what spurred me to do that, but I loved doing it for the most part), so maybe this can be a less daily more universityised version of that. Or maybe not. I guess I’ll just play it by ear.

Hmm. Before I start rambling, what else can I add to my introduction?
I’m in my first year of university, studying American Studies … which, before you ask, entails learning about the history, politics, literature and various other elements of America. Well, I say politics, but we haven’t actually done any of that so far. I want to learn about the politics
a) so I can understand The West Wing better
and
b) so I can be impressed by the amount The West Wing has taught me.

Oh, yes, that’s another thing about me; I love American TV. Mainly, but not limited to, crime shows. Though since I’ve been at university I’ve only watched a couple of episodes of TWW and one episode of NCIS. And considering how much TV I used to watch at home, that’s pretty amazing since I’ve been here for a month.
It doesn’t help that my TV doesn’t work, either. The only place in our flat where there’s an aerial point is in the kitchen, and the kitchen aerial socket has the same end as the end coming from my TV. So they don’t fit together. Even if they did, I’d have to sit on the floor to watch the TV, since the aerial lead isn’t long enough to stretch to the table. I have a TV license, too. Guess I could cancel that, really!

Yes, I’m rambling, I know.

More about me? Okay.
I’m an only child, and I come from Cardiff. Yes, in Wales. No, I don’t shag sheep. Honestly. No more frequently than English people do, anyway. I never realised how big a distinction there was between Welsh and English until I came to university. I’m introduced to others as “Emma, she’s Welsh.” Chris (who comes from Cardiff as well … he was my boyfriend, and then he wasn’t, then he was and now he’s not, but we’re friends, and … ah, it’s complicated!) and I get mocked for the way we pronounce ‘tooth’ (contrary to what Daniel says, I do NOT pronounce the word ‘toof’. I’m Welsh, not stupid. And no, the two are not one and the same) and ‘Primark’. We say ‘Pree-mark’. Everyone else says ‘Preye-mark’. Well they should go to Cardiff, and then THEY’D be in the minority. Ha.

I’ve gone on for quite long enough now. If you actually read all that … uh, why?!

‘Til next time (whenever that may be!)