11:30pm, I sit here with an empty cup of coffee, wearing a pair of cosy blue pyjamas and feeling content as I have just spent the last half an hour browsing University things, such as finance, accommodation. Shockingly I haven't googled ELLE or VOGUE or even ROBERT PATTINSON!

I finished work at 4pm. It was a rather busy day, so was quite relieved when I realised the time. I literally skipped to the staff room to collect my things. Just as I waved goodbye to a few of the girls, the boyfriend text informing me that he was on his lunch break and wanted to know if we could meet for a coffee (HEAVEN) He kindly bought us a mocha, a chocolate brownie and a blueberry muffin to share (Greedy? Indeed) Surprisingly I have lost weight, even though I seem to be eating the whole of Starbucks *sighs*

For the first time in months I'm actually feeling happy with everything. I've always been content with my relationship, but it's so important to be happy with a variety of things in life. Working has given me my independence back and it's helping to occupy my mind, before my studies begin. Feeling down, helpless and utterly depressed scares me. I'm in love with this new feeling of joy. I never want it to go. I look back and want to kick myself for being so pathetic at times. That girl wasn't me at all. I never want to see her again.

Remember 'Rocker guy?' (skinny jean wearing boy who dumped me on msn?) Well, he text me the other day, asking if I was ok. I replied, informing him that everything was fine and wished him good luck for his exams. He's now living in London with a few friends and currently in a band, performing gigs in places like Camden. It's amazing how feelings just completely disappear. I feel nothing at all, as if he's just a stranger with a guitar. I never think about him or even realise he ever existed. We learn from everything in life and from that experience, I learnt to go with my instincts. I always kind of knew that he wasn't 'that into me' after I was introduced as 'his friend from home' after being together for 2 months. I should have ran a mile at that point, rather than pretending to myself that everything would work out, only to get hurt in the process. I laugh about it all now...

Hopefully I'll save up enough money to fly away to New York in January (with the help of my student loan of course) The great thing is, the boyfriend studied over there for his second year of University, therefore he has a few friends willing to let us stay with them. So, with accommodation sorted, I only need to save up my pennies for flights, food and of course a bit of spending money. Hmmm I can pretend I'm Carrie Bradshaw!

Ooooh the highlight of the trip!