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I wish you were here.
*yawns*
Since I have absolutely NOTHING to do today, I think I might go have a long, long bath. Pamper myself.
I will go back to school tomorrow. I'm just so scared. It gets worse with every day away. I know, I know. I just don't relax. It's my own fault. Six weeks mentality of nomore school. Then followed by a healthy sleeping pattern for the first time in my entire life. Literally. And then the godawful truth. My National Insurance Number came. On the wee form, it said that I'm not legally bound to education from the 31st of May onwards.
And then what? THEN WHAT?
College?
College?
College?
College then uni?
I know, that if I don't get my Highers over the year 2006-2007, then I shan't go to Uni full stop. I don't want to. No. I don't really want to go to uni to be honest. I'm just going along for the ride. I do not intend in any way to actually complete the course unless I actually enjoy myself (it's doubtful). Basically....I want to go to uni, to get out of this place. *sighs*
I was talking to Martyn the other night. My God...it was hardly a bundle of laughs. He was saying that it was a mistake that he'd left uni, and that it was because of me that he'd moved out of home. Obviously him moving out of home was a bad idea because he fell out with his flatmate/best friend and now he's homeless. Shifting between his dad's and his girlfriend's parents's house (they're renting him a room for £25). It doesn't sound like great circumstances. Again, I feel guilty. "I moved out because you were complaining that we never had any privacy and always had to rely on other people to be alone." I don't remember it like that!!! I got a bit bothered by lack of privacy, yes, but I merely backed him up when he mentioned that he had been wanting to move out of Girvan for a while. *sighs*
I love reading peoples' LJs. People who are far older than me, and they talk about their troubles with work and relationships and children and I just think "My God. I want that."
I don't know why. God...me and Caitlin are awful. We sit and talk about this sort of thing. Just this desire for something like that. Suburban bliss. Hahaha. We'll be neighbours in a Wisteria Lane kinda way...yay for Desperate Housewives =/
How time slips by. Seems like barely any time ago, I was chatting away to kujatrance and he headed off to the IB like a good lad.
Bathtime now. I'll play with my rubber ducky...
*yawns*
Since I have absolutely NOTHING to do today, I think I might go have a long, long bath. Pamper myself.
I will go back to school tomorrow. I'm just so scared. It gets worse with every day away. I know, I know. I just don't relax. It's my own fault. Six weeks mentality of nomore school. Then followed by a healthy sleeping pattern for the first time in my entire life. Literally. And then the godawful truth. My National Insurance Number came. On the wee form, it said that I'm not legally bound to education from the 31st of May onwards.
And then what? THEN WHAT?
College?
College?
College?
College then uni?
I know, that if I don't get my Highers over the year 2006-2007, then I shan't go to Uni full stop. I don't want to. No. I don't really want to go to uni to be honest. I'm just going along for the ride. I do not intend in any way to actually complete the course unless I actually enjoy myself (it's doubtful). Basically....I want to go to uni, to get out of this place. *sighs*
I was talking to Martyn the other night. My God...it was hardly a bundle of laughs. He was saying that it was a mistake that he'd left uni, and that it was because of me that he'd moved out of home. Obviously him moving out of home was a bad idea because he fell out with his flatmate/best friend and now he's homeless. Shifting between his dad's and his girlfriend's parents's house (they're renting him a room for £25). It doesn't sound like great circumstances. Again, I feel guilty. "I moved out because you were complaining that we never had any privacy and always had to rely on other people to be alone." I don't remember it like that!!! I got a bit bothered by lack of privacy, yes, but I merely backed him up when he mentioned that he had been wanting to move out of Girvan for a while. *sighs*
I love reading peoples' LJs. People who are far older than me, and they talk about their troubles with work and relationships and children and I just think "My God. I want that."
I don't know why. God...me and Caitlin are awful. We sit and talk about this sort of thing. Just this desire for something like that. Suburban bliss. Hahaha. We'll be neighbours in a Wisteria Lane kinda way...yay for Desperate Housewives =/
How time slips by. Seems like barely any time ago, I was chatting away to kujatrance and he headed off to the IB like a good lad.
Bathtime now. I'll play with my rubber ducky...