This is not the first time I have started a blog. There are many abandoned attempts across the internet. This I'm hoping will be the irst time I successfully maintain a blog. I wrote a diary between the ages of 15 and 18 but uni life ended that, partly through laziness, partly through lack of time and partly through lack of privacy.

I'm fascinated by blogs however, it seems strange to me that people present their lives on the internet for everyone to read. And yet I feel I too want to do the same. As a history student I sit here and realise that we are encountering the sources of future generations of historians, gone are the letters, journals and diaries. In are the msn chat logs, emails and blogs. I guess it is partly in recognition of this that i want to start my own. Not that I expect my life to amount to anything which a historian eels the need to study.

I guess I should introduce myself, i'm Clare i just turned 19 and I just finished my first year studying history at the University of Nottingham. Home is rural Gloucestershire, with my parents and dear (read annoying) younger brother. I love the mixture I have between town and country, I'm grateful for the country upbringing but my move to the city last year was greatly appreciated.

As well as my love of history, I love films, music, dancing, reading, art, friends, the summer. Your normal student things. I dislike arrogance, happy boring couples WHO TALK ABOUT NOTHING EXCEPT EACH OTHER (thats a fresh one that one), prejudice (although I accept that I too am capable of that), ignorance, conservatives, and many other things. I'd love to be a revolutionary one day, and am love with the idea of communism, even if human natrure doesn't allow it to work.

And yeh that me. I could give you the very superficial details, I'm tall (about 5ft 10), fairly slim, although catered halls have tried to destroy this, have blue eyes and longish brown hair.

Anyway, I'll leave it to that. i'm up for an adventure and meeting new people. To me the journey is as exciting as the destination, whatever that may be.

Exit, stage left

PS. i find it amusing that the icons for editing the text spell FUKD, i guess thats the immaturity in me.