As an aspiring journalist, 'blogging' is one of those things we're encouraged to get into. The internet is the future, you know... and apparently there's more to do in the vast world of cyberspace than stalk people on Facebook. Yeah, I know, I was surprised by that as well.

So, here I am - a new blogger at the Argus, and another set of words you can amuse yourself with on a semi-regular basis. My name is Nikki (nice to meet you, hello), I'm 21 years old, and I was born and raised in sunny Newport.

Now, here's the sad part: in just one week's time, I will be officially leaving student life and entering the Real World. This is rather upsetting. Students find such joy in the simple things, you see. Sleeping until lunchtime, eating cheese on toast for every meal, playing volleyball with a roll of sellotape... even the clichéd idea that a traffic cone makes a good souvenir from a night out (those things are heavier than they look). It's all just great times, pizza deliveries, and a lot of Hollyoaks.

Then suddenly, you're forced into graduating. And those times are gone.

After three years of cheap vodka and rather intense education, I emerged last June with a degree in fashion design, 12 grand of debt and a possible alcohol problem. Nearly 8 months later, I am no closer to adult living. This morning I actually picked a tiny bit of mould off a slice of bread before deciding to go ahead and toast it anyway. Perhaps I shouldn't admit to things like that, but it's true. I still chain-drink tea, I still buy the no-frills fishfingers because I can't afford the brand names, and I still think Jeremy Kyle is excellent TV.

It's not that I'm desperately lazy, or even unemployable (although I might be; I haven't really got that far yet) - I just decided to become a postgraduate student. A bit of extra education seemed like a good idea, and I wanted to fill my CV with another little qualification. Who wouldn't? So I packed my bags, skipped off to London, and have spent the last 15 weeks studying fashion journalism at the London College of Fashion. But in just one week's time, it will all be over. For good.

I suppose I'll need to grow up now. Perhaps I'll need to start going to bed before sunrise. I'll definitely need to give up my Topshop student discount. Oh God, I'll have to start paying council tax...

This doesn't sound at all fun. Any chance of a post-post-graduate qualification? Please?