fuuuuuu.

I always do this.

I write a blog post, and then realise all that I have written is shit and moaning, so I delete it and go away. But this time I won't go away and I will actually post something.


Life is sort of fail at the moment. College work is taking over and making me feel kinda depressed. Fact. But I'm sure that will go away soon and I'll feel better.


I went out on Saturday with my old girls for Blaise's birthday. It was pretty baddd in the sense that I was sick several times, once which was NOT in the toilets resulting in me being escorted outside. Bad times. But good times because I just walked straight back in. Dumbass bouncers. Anywayy apart from me being crazily drunk it was awesome to spend time with old friends. =]


I would like to have more things to look forward to this year, especially with such a beasty summer ahead. The only main thing I have so far is my trip to Manchester on June 2nd to see GaGa with the GGD people, which I actually can't wait for zomg. She is a babe. Speaking of babes I wish the 'babes were touring this year. Too bad their album failed. They said they would tour earlier in the year too which got me excited as I was hoping to go to a show with some of my amazing online friendlies. :( *cough* Emz and Rob *cough*. Ohwell. I'm sure we will eventually.


I really should go because it's past 2am and I have to be up in 5 hours. SUCKS. I enjoy this picture lots.

I wish I knew.

I really hate these times. These times suck. I'm talking about the times where I'm totally fine and happy and pretty average, but behind all that there are things bugging me and tearing me up inside. What do I do? I have no idea. But it's the worst thing. Why do we all have to have our fair share of complicated thoughts? I try to avoid thinking about all these things that are bothering me, because when I don't think about them, I'm totally fine. :)

I'm not even going to talk about everything, but one of these damn things is stupid Uni. I'm having doubts, second thoughts, confusion about what is right for me etc. Just when I thought it was all OK and I just had to choose where to go these stupid thoughts appear. I didn't expect it, and I really don't need it.

Do I really want to go to any of the Uni's that have accepted me? Have I actually chosen the right course for me? Is it really going to take me to what I want to do in the future? Am I even sure at all about what I want to do in the future? Am I even ready for Uni at all? Why do I only have to realise this now?

And if/when I sort all that shit out, will the rest go away?

I WISH I KNEW.