So, after a year of waiting. University is finally here. Fresher's week starts tomorrow, so I have spent the last 4 hours wondering what to wear, getting all my paperwork sorted and... basically having a nervous breakdown. Thankfully, the wonderful world of facebook allowed me to track down a few people who will be on my course (Creative Writing & English) so we have all arranged to meet at 9am, outside Starbucks (I'm going to be needing alot of coffee) I suppose it's great that I won't be all alone, trying to find the building for the induction, walking into the wrong class and getting extremely embarrassed. I'll have people around me, making everything feel less scary! (Phew)

I haven't been writing as many blogs lately (I blame work of course) because when I get home, all I want to do is sip herbal tea and sleep for hours. The great thing is, I have changed my contract. I'm just going to be working over the weekend as 1) I will desperately need the money and 2) I'd miss my discount if I ever did leave!!!

I was in London 2 weeks ago, meeting a friend of my boyfriend's from New York (I must say I LOVED his accent) I can tell he misses America dearly (the boyfriend that is) as he studied over there for his second year of Uni and met loads of great people. I always wonder if he would prefer to be over there, rather than living in England with his long term girlfriend? Maybe that's just the paranoid side of me? He just doesn't seem as happy as usual. Maybe because I'm starting Uni and studying something I love, he feels slightly... hmmm, I wouldn't say jealous but... kind of annoyed because I know that he wanted to continue with his studies this year, but the course was full up, as he applied too late. I sent him a chocolate brownie in the post a few days ago, I hope it cheered him up!

It just finally feels as if my life is falling into place. I spent 3 years, feeling lost and not knowing what I wanted. But maybe things happen for a reason? If I would have stayed on at college, I would have ended up going to another university and probably would have never met Matt? Life is never how you plan it. I suppose that is why I enjoy living spontaniously. It's alot more fun that way.

It's 7:40pm. I don't know what to do with myself. I have everything organized for tomorrow (shocking for a scatterbrain like me) and have even neatly laid out my clothes! Maybe I should have a long relaxing bath, read a fashion magazine and try and wash away my worries of tomorrow?