So, a lot has happened since October.
For starters, I discovered that Bangor is one of the most boring places I have ever been, and Bristol is one of the most exciting. So I got myself a transfer into next year's 2nd year. It wasn't easy, but I did.
I'm still with Matthew, unsurprisingly since I love him more than everything else in the universe put together, and we've got a little flat sorted for next year. It's in pretty much THE most convenient place possible, and its only apparent flaw is that it doesn't have its own washing machine. But with a laundrette about 100 yards from the front door, that's not too big of a problem.
I'm now in the final year of my teens, and to be honest it terrifies me. Somehow I assumed I'd been a teenager forever, but now I have less than a year until I turn 20. Maybe I'll start feeling like a grown-up then, because at the moment I don't. I got asked for I.D. when I bought fricking superglue, and the age limit on that is only 16!
My baby sister is ridiculously advanced for her age, and by 5 months could operate a baby walker and say 'mummy'. Now she's 7 months, and she can charge around in the baby walker, sit up on her own and stand with a little support, plus she's added 'daddy' and 'yes' to her vocabulary. Now, I did a project on child language development, and she shouldn't even have one recognisable word until she's a year old...
That's all the major stuff I think. I mean, obviously there's been Christmas and stuff too, but all that stuff wasn't hugely remarkable, or if it was I'm too tired right now to remember. I'll see if anything new emerges from my mind overnight.