Current mood:	sleepy
Current music:	watching The Bill

sleep and work...sleep and work
Sometimes it feels like that's all I do.

I get up, I go to work. I get home, I eat, I sleep. I get up, I go to work...

It just hits me sometimes, that during the summer it really feels like my life is Legoland. Don't get me wrong, I love my job - I really do honestly enjoy it, but sometimes it gets a bit...bleak.

Hhm. What else to say.

Having complained about that, now two days off. Which I'm most definately not complaining about. Only thing is, I get so tired that I spend the first day sleeping and being lazy. Which feels like a waste of a day off, but I really need it. I actually long for my bed.

Got my photos of Belgium back today - I took two crappy digital cameras, and I wasn't expecting great things. But I got some really nice ones - more of people than places, but that's what the memories are. I could go back to Belgium any time (and I actually might because I was so surprised at how much I like it) but I can't recreate the fun we had.

Going on the holiday theme, can't wait til Spain. That's my real relaxing holiday, with some of my best friends. But someone please remind me to book my travel insurance!

Results day is looming ever closer - 14 days away, and I'm honestly more scared than I've cared to admit to my mum or my friends. I suppose that the chances of me actually getting 3 A's is okay...I mean I'm doing four subjects, and the only one I really feel I messed up was English (and a lot of people will kill me for saying that, because the reality is that by messed up I mean I don't think I'll get an A). But its just this lingering dread. Because I really, really want to go to Nottingham. No one knows how much.

There are specific reasons why I don't want to go to East Anglia, but I won't go into them now. But I think the main thing is, I already got rejected by Cambridge, and I'm not sure I could handle that again. I felt like shit after that, and while I've put it behind me now - I can laugh about it, and I know that I'll have a much better time wherever I go now...but I can't help dreading that it might happen again.

Its three years of my life, and possibly governing my future.

I just really, really want to go to Nottingham


And didn't this just get all depressed. I wasn't meaning to, it just kinda happened.

On other notes, dorykins my loverly, I hope you're okay and I really, really love you like croissants.