been playing call of duty with simon all evening. at least he attempted to make dinner for me and whatnot.

getting up early tomorrow yet another week of classes. reporting and then i have a presentation in introduction to business, that class is suck a joke.

either way ill be home around 2ish, and then i’ve got some cleaning and planning to do. father arrives on tuesday hehe.

one more essay to do over Thursday/Friday and possibly this weekend if i don’t get it done. then next week all i need to do is attend classes and chill the hell out.

i’ve come to the conclusion that i’m productive.. when i want to be

not sure why meher’s got a line on her nose, but i do know sort of what my schedule will look like next semester (hopefully!) oh and introduction to business is pointless.

so yesterday was our freshers fair/BBQ and it was pretty good.

had a lovely caesar salad with a glass of wine, all free. then wandered around the freshers fair and signed up for some clubs, and got some goodies!

so far i’m really loving regent’s but when i talk to some of the other people they don’t seem too impressed… overprivileged or just not in the right place i don’t know.. all i know is i’m happy with my choice!

it’s a weird situation. i guess money is always difficult. i just have never felt so helpless. wanting something, but not wanting it at the same time. realizing how much an education is going to cost you. living expenses. realizing you’ll be paying off a loan for the rest of your life. wondering if you’ll be happy. wondering if its worth it. wondering if you’re making the right choices.

i don’t want to wonder anymore. i don’t wanna regret any decisions. i don’t wanna be unhappy.

i want it to work out.

done. finished. finito. färdig. it’s finally fucking over. the elation and happiness running through my veins is intense. wish somebody could be with me to celebrate the fact that i did it. i made it through this year. i’ve made it yet again. i’ve finished. granted i may not pass but who the fuck cares? i’m done. i never have to set foot on london metropolitan university campus ever again if i don’t want to. I’m no longer forced to deal with the nonsense they call an education. it’s ridiculous, but i feel like jumping up and down and cry and just sit here and smile to myself, because no matter how shit or how horrible this year has been it doesn’t matter anymore. i’m done. next year i get to start over. new university. new people, new friends. new subject. new place to live. yet the same amazing city. so fuck you london met and all the shit you brought with you cause i’m over you!