I haven't really put down my serious thoughts about university. Not to anyone, actually. Mainly because I still don't know what I think about university quite yet. Some days it's like I'm ruining my future (not to sound melodramatic or anything) and other days I'm completely peaceful. We-ell, I'm allowed to be confused at this time of my life, right? I'm just out of puberty! By a few years, admittedly, but. It's a totally confusing period.

Shockingly, I'm being rejected for tonnes of jobs (maybe I should stop pointing out in my resume that I still HAVE a job so that they can take that as an excuse to hire the poor unemployed over me) - which is annoying, because I'm just beginning to realise how much I need money.

... oy vey. Budgeting is a painful experience. I'm overcoming it by blowing all my money on useless but marvellous things, such as Absolute Power (one of those brilliant "high-brow" - apparently, anyway - shows. I love it! Go watch.) I regret spending the money after buying, for example, The Thick of It, and Extras, and uh ... random books and other bits and pieces, but whatever. It's gone, it's gone, it's never coming back until I find a proper job. *sigh*

So uni. Yep. I'm doing Arts, which is one of those majorly interesting but totally useless courses that everyone thinks you're stupid for doing. Especially my family. Yes, I suppose I am wasting three years of my life in the sense that I'll get a proper job three years later than I ought to, but I am actually having the time of my life doing this course. It's fun. It's comprehensive. It's stuff no one should NOT know (history of the Romans, how could you not want to know that??). So why do I have problems with uni? Mainly cos I stress so much about where I'm headed and what my future career ought to be that I can't enjoy my course the way I should be. But what can I do - I'm indecisive. So away, away with all irrational thought - let's stick with this and be HAPPY about it.

So I leave you with those useless ramblings. Until next time, random person (I dare not hope that more than one person checks out my journals )