heading over to turnpike lane now. gonna go look around the shops with simon. then going to london met’s SU tonight for a pj party. should be nice going out in slippers and whatnot 
sat in the library working on my 500 words for reporting tomorrow.. swear i didn’t work this much all year at london met, haha!
enrollment and orientation is next week on thursday. a bit nervous, yet exciting. hope things are better with uni this year. can’t be asked with all the crap i went through with london met.
bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
why can’t things just stay on track? why can’t my life be simple? and for god’s sake why can’t i just get this shit over with?
got an email from my sister today. CSN (swedish student loan company) needs an acceptance letter from my university saying that i’m unconditionally accepted.. wouldn’t be a problem, except for the fact that i’m on a conditional offer, AND apparently CSN doesn’t give out loans then.
so my question is where the fuck am i gunna get the money to pay for my tuition AND rent. i can’t just pull if out of my ass now can i?
so i would just like to say a big fucking thank you to CSN for being retarded and not understanding that when i send in my grades from last year (yes i passed) and meeting the requirements of my conditional offer means i’ve got a sure place at uni.
shit like this puts me off so much. if it doesn’t work out this year then i just can’t be bothered anymore. when the fuck am i going to graduate university if i have to wait yet another year? where am i gunna get a job that pays and saves for next year? fed up to the point where i might as well just get a fucking job and screw school.
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!