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I got my result today, just the one, and it was good. So if all goes to plan, I should be offered veterinary someday soon, though I have ridiculous phobias of random selection or application forms getting lost in the post or wrong exam numbers being written down. But its all out of my hands at this stage! Nothing I can do but wait.
My walk on the beach was nice, we found delicious ice cream, then for some reason ended up in Tesco, as we are wont to do, where Niall refused to speak to me for a while because he had to prove he could. After a toothbrush and a transformers movie were purchased we headed off... early, or so I thought. That was before we spent about two hours sitting in his car in front of my house talking. I was hormonal and overly-emotional. Damn wrong-time-of-the-month. And I always get really freaked out and paranoid after hanging out with Darran, no matter how well things go. So after the usual round of "Are you sure you want to be with me?" "You can break up with me whenever you want." "I don't think I deserve someone like you... you're too cool and fun and nice for someone as boring as me" I eventually burst into tears... over whaling. Yes, I officially cried, at the thought of whaling, and made Niall promise never to go whaling, or bull-running in Spain, because I was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness and anger at the thought of innocent creatures being pointlessly slaughtered. I had to promise never to deep-sea-dive in return, but he wouldn't promise not to climb Mount Everest. I have a terrible phobia of climbing Mount Everest, luckily enough its not the kind of situation you'll just wake up to find yourself in so I'm probably safe, but its exactly the kind of thing Niall would take it into his head to do! But when I was in primary scvhool they took us to see a documentary about a group of people who climbed Everest and one guy got his hands and feet amputated from frostbite and another had to phone his wife to discuss what they would name his unborn child because he knew he wouldn't survive!!! It was traumatic when I was seven.
Anyway I made it to bed eventually. Tuesday was work, need I say more? I wanted to sleep because I was uber-tired but Sean had randomly texted me requesting a place to stay so I waited up for him. I didn't have work the next day, but to my body, a sleep-in involves waking at nine which means the only way I get a decent amount of sleep is to go to bed really early. Good thing I woke up at 9 though because a postman dude arrived at the door (which I answered in my short shorts and giant I Heart NY tshirt) with my result. Then I went to the gym, leaving Sean to sleep. He was just having a shower when I got back at 12:30. Madness. I wish I could sleep like that! So then he had breakfast and I had lunch, and we kinda hung out for a while. He's just gone, and I find myself again awash with sleepiness. Una should be here soon, then getting-ready will ensue. Hopefully it won't rain. Hopefully my outfit will make me look pretty. Hopefully we get in to the place we're going. Hopefully I won't get MOODY. I hate getting moody and I always do when I go out, but tonight I will conduct a psychological experiment in positive thinking to see if I can change this. I hope everyone has fun... I know I'll feel partially responsible if things go wrong as I'm the only one going out group who is actually GETTING results... well, A result. Then again Niall's friends want to prey on the drunk sixth years so they'll be amused whenever we end up, so long as there be wimmenfolk.
So. I'll write about how the night turns out at some other point in time.
Later. And well done to everyone who also got results, hope all went well! I'm proud of you!
My walk on the beach was nice, we found delicious ice cream, then for some reason ended up in Tesco, as we are wont to do, where Niall refused to speak to me for a while because he had to prove he could. After a toothbrush and a transformers movie were purchased we headed off... early, or so I thought. That was before we spent about two hours sitting in his car in front of my house talking. I was hormonal and overly-emotional. Damn wrong-time-of-the-month. And I always get really freaked out and paranoid after hanging out with Darran, no matter how well things go. So after the usual round of "Are you sure you want to be with me?" "You can break up with me whenever you want." "I don't think I deserve someone like you... you're too cool and fun and nice for someone as boring as me" I eventually burst into tears... over whaling. Yes, I officially cried, at the thought of whaling, and made Niall promise never to go whaling, or bull-running in Spain, because I was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness and anger at the thought of innocent creatures being pointlessly slaughtered. I had to promise never to deep-sea-dive in return, but he wouldn't promise not to climb Mount Everest. I have a terrible phobia of climbing Mount Everest, luckily enough its not the kind of situation you'll just wake up to find yourself in so I'm probably safe, but its exactly the kind of thing Niall would take it into his head to do! But when I was in primary scvhool they took us to see a documentary about a group of people who climbed Everest and one guy got his hands and feet amputated from frostbite and another had to phone his wife to discuss what they would name his unborn child because he knew he wouldn't survive!!! It was traumatic when I was seven.
Anyway I made it to bed eventually. Tuesday was work, need I say more? I wanted to sleep because I was uber-tired but Sean had randomly texted me requesting a place to stay so I waited up for him. I didn't have work the next day, but to my body, a sleep-in involves waking at nine which means the only way I get a decent amount of sleep is to go to bed really early. Good thing I woke up at 9 though because a postman dude arrived at the door (which I answered in my short shorts and giant I Heart NY tshirt) with my result. Then I went to the gym, leaving Sean to sleep. He was just having a shower when I got back at 12:30. Madness. I wish I could sleep like that! So then he had breakfast and I had lunch, and we kinda hung out for a while. He's just gone, and I find myself again awash with sleepiness. Una should be here soon, then getting-ready will ensue. Hopefully it won't rain. Hopefully my outfit will make me look pretty. Hopefully we get in to the place we're going. Hopefully I won't get MOODY. I hate getting moody and I always do when I go out, but tonight I will conduct a psychological experiment in positive thinking to see if I can change this. I hope everyone has fun... I know I'll feel partially responsible if things go wrong as I'm the only one going out group who is actually GETTING results... well, A result. Then again Niall's friends want to prey on the drunk sixth years so they'll be amused whenever we end up, so long as there be wimmenfolk.
So. I'll write about how the night turns out at some other point in time.
Later. And well done to everyone who also got results, hope all went well! I'm proud of you!