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I got a 2:1 for my degree! Yay!

Right, there comes a time in work when staring at a print queue and (rather pointlessly) directing all your hatred at the matric number that is causing fifty people to tell you the printer's broken gets a bit dull, so I've decided to bite the bullet and update this shit. (I know no one needed to know the boring printer story but it made me feel better to type that.)
In case it's not obvious, I'm Laura, a student at the fine institution of the University of Glasgow. Seven years ago the impressionable 17-year-old me wandered into uni with high hopes of obtaining a degree in Computing Science, which would obviously lead to a great job, loads of cash, a big house, the whole bit... Stupidly, I then wandered into the QM and was lured in by the cheap beer, never ending games of pool and, as a result, found the easiest way to completely fuck up my degree. So now, seven years on, I'm still a student (English Literature... only a minor change) having been through several positions on the QM Board of Management, including good 'ol el presidente. I've come out the other side (pretty much) unscathed and hope to graduate in the summer of 2007, in total having spent the same number of years at university as I did at primary school, and two more than I did at secondary school. The model student eh?
The remnants of my original Comp Sci degree still live on in my job as an I.T. monkey, but far from stretching my 'skillz', I find myself filling printers and telling people that they're already standing in the Reading Room when they ask where they can find it. Still, it pays well.
To be honest, there's not too much more to it than that. Over the last year I have been blessed with two beautiful nephews, and as a result pretty much gotten over my fear of babies, had probably more than my fair share of bad things happen, had more good friends than I probably deserve, and had a fair chunk of good old fashioned fun.
This has been slightly updated to reflect the new year I am embarking upon. Seventh year/final year. Bring it on.
P.S. Apologies to anyone who actually read all that... You must be very bored.
P.P.S. Below are some random photos from my Flickr account, many of which will be of babies... you have been warned.