First post, a quick one as I am writing this now at 2.30 am...
I feel like I'm living [ well this feeling crops up around 11pm ] at the end of Christmas day... You know- around 8pm Christmas day you've opened all your presents, the lunch has been eaten and you know Christmas is almost over for another year. So you stay up ridiculously late refusing to let go of 2 months worth of excitement and build up [ well still I spend about 2 months excited about Christmas] and cling to the end of the day. And thats how this waiting to go to university business is. I know my time at home is limited and so at the end of each day I don't want to go to bed because I know that if I do I am one day closer to the big day. And that scares me shitless.
Right, outlet over as sleep is probably a sensible idea.
To those who read my last blog- I couldnt continue it as I can't put into words the thing that happened and I couldn't just continue this documentation of my life without some kind of record of it- to continue that stream of conciousness [of sorts] without talking about it would have been false. Thus avoiding the issue entirely by opening an entire new one- which hopefully my parents etc will read as I go off to university...
<3
I feel like I'm living [ well this feeling crops up around 11pm ] at the end of Christmas day... You know- around 8pm Christmas day you've opened all your presents, the lunch has been eaten and you know Christmas is almost over for another year. So you stay up ridiculously late refusing to let go of 2 months worth of excitement and build up [ well still I spend about 2 months excited about Christmas] and cling to the end of the day. And thats how this waiting to go to university business is. I know my time at home is limited and so at the end of each day I don't want to go to bed because I know that if I do I am one day closer to the big day. And that scares me shitless.
Right, outlet over as sleep is probably a sensible idea.
To those who read my last blog- I couldnt continue it as I can't put into words the thing that happened and I couldn't just continue this documentation of my life without some kind of record of it- to continue that stream of conciousness [of sorts] without talking about it would have been false. Thus avoiding the issue entirely by opening an entire new one- which hopefully my parents etc will read as I go off to university...
<3
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