I crawled out of bed and chilled in my pjs listening to Bob Marley for while before making it out in time for the student newspaper meeting at 4. It was really interesting and hopefully will encourage me to do alot more writing. It was a sopping day so when I trudged on past my friends flat I decided to drop in. A few girls from our course where round too so we decided to snuggle up and stick on a film.

It was hard to leave the cosy flat when the credits rolled down the screen but I knew I had to meet my flatmates before the seafront festival. We went for pre-drinks at another friends where I got to meet a whole new crowd of people and then once everyone was nice and merry we bundled on the lemon bus. We went into Coalition to see Nero which was amazing though I felt pretty bruised and battered by the end of the set . I've never really heard much Dub-step before but am so glad my flatmates introduced me to it. We then caught the tinest bit of Nick Grimshaw in Life before heading to Digital where we stayed till it closed and were too knackered to head off anywhere else.

Feeling pretty delirious from lack of non-alcoholic beverages, the heat and dancing, an intense wave of happiness washed over me. It took me just two days to feel at home and settled in the University of Sussex. My flatmates and neighbours are amazing, the people from my course are also really cool. Already I feel close to lots of other students and that I've  become part of a large, fun loving family.

Had my first lie-in and felt so much better for it! After breakfast and coffee, my friend and I dragged ourselves to the Freebies Fair where I managed to nab some posters to brighten up my room as well as a flower garland and lots of cake and chocolate. I'm alwaysin a great mood when free stuff is involved so headed to the open languages talk in a very positive frame of mind indeed.

I spent some time putting up my new posters and photos from home and then met my neighbour for the languages reception. I was impressed with the spread, not crisps and bread sticks this time, but salmon blinis, tuna puffs, scampi and samosas with lots of wine to wash it down. I enjoyed socialising with all the languages students as I hadn't previously met many (in fact I'd met only one).

That evening a group of us went to the pier party where my friend won me a keyring from a 2p slot machine (Yea- made my night!!)  followed by Revenge where we were greeted by a 'bad angel' who gave us all a free shot. I was loving the Beyonce, Brittany and Lady Gaga classics- perhaps the most FUN club I've been to.

Call me crazy, but I got up for another run at 8am... after only 2hours sleep. I felt too guilty to cancel on my new running buddy, especially as I'd cancelled the day before. After that I met my friend for a well deserved coffee before the freshers fair. I signed up for pretty much everything from the mexican society, the craft society to pole dancing and poker. Basically, i got way over enthusiastic.

At 5ish it was the anthropology reception where much cava was drunk and nibbles were nibbled. It was great to mingle with other people from the course and then a group of us decided a night off was due so had a girlie night with pizza and chocolate!

In a happy drunken state (most probably) I'd agreed to go running with my opposite neighbour. At 7.30 on Monday morning when my alarmed sounded, my own damning words echoed around my sore head, 'I love running!' I'd enthused the night before,'I'll definitely join you on your morning run. I'll set my alarm now so that I don't forget.'

Groaning, I turned off the alarm and pulled on my trackies and trainers. My text alert went off, 'Hey time to get up!!!!' my new running buddy's message said. I met my two neighbours at the door and off we went. It was surprisingly invigorating and even possibly the best way to knock a hangover on the head. Afterwards we ate breakfast together which consisted of the strange but don't knock til you've tried it, combination of creamy hot chocolate with omelette on toast.

At ten I had my introductory languages lecture to outline the course. I found it extremely difficult to keep my eyes open but did my best to take everything in and look outwardly enthusiastic. Later, I met a friend for the library and IT talk before heading back to hers with a few others for much needed big mugs of strong coffee.

In the evening, though everyone felt like a chilled night, we decided it was high time to go out in Brighton. The plan was Fish and Chips on Brighton Pier followed by a beer or two in a cosy pub. It was a great evening but was not a chilled out one in the end, as after the beer, we went to another bar for cocktails, followed by Lola Lo where we danced into the early hours.

At only 10.30am I was surprised to be one of the last of my flatmates awake. I'd been looking forward to Sunday Funday as me and my friend had promised each other we sign up for some activities together. Pilates at 12, not my thing if I'm honest (though it was very relaxing). Boxercise in the afternoon, on the other hand, was 100% for me- hard work but really fun.

I went back to my flat feeling pretty good from all this exercise and suggested that we cook another meal as a flat. This meal was also delicious if not a little  more unusual than Saturdays, as my friend cooked us a noodle omelette (weirdly, I would actually recommend it). We invited some people over for Ring Of Fire -the best drinking game ever- before making our way to the neighbours flat who ended up having an insanely enjoyable gathering full some of very fun people that I'm so glad I met.

I wasn't nervous as I sat in car ram packed with my various possesions. I was excited to step into the unknown and for my new life to unfold. If ever a wave of panic did wash over me I firmly told myself to be smiley, friendly, open and to take everything as an adventure.

My friend from school met me in the carpark and helped me carry stuff to my room. One of my flatmates and two opposite neighbours were in, so after introductions (fully aware that making as many friends as possible is imperetive to a great uni experience) I went straight out for a bbq with them, waved off my parents and closed the door on my room filled with unpacked boxes and plastic bags.

I spent the afternoon at the neighbours playing twister and meeting new people as they arrived. When evening came around me and my flatmates cooked the classic student meal of pasta and sat around the table together like we were already family. We were pretty impressed when one guy whipped out a checked table cloth- it's all about the homely touches. After pre-drinks we headed to Falmer bar and at 3.30am I decided it was time to unpack.

I'm about to leave my small market town with a population of 14 300ish. It's pretty but like most small towns can be so suffocating. My dad, lives close by in an actual hamlet. So when I stay with him I'm sandwiched between a meadow and a field of cows.

Hence, I cannot wait to start uni and live a stone throw from the city of Brighton (pop. 155 919) where the streets are buzzing with life. Where there are bars, pubs, clubs, gigs, the lanes packed with vintage shops and quirky cafes and where an almost bohemian vibe pulses from the city's heart.

I spent 8 months travelling last year, mostly in the amazing continant of South America. Their fun loving way of life and incredible cities had me mesmorised but uni will be an altogether completely different experience. The friends I make and people I meet will not simply be passing through, but people that I live with, study with and have time to get to know. In turn Brighton won't simply be a city stop off, but somewhere I will live and will become a part of.

Bring on Freshers and Bring on Brighton!!