D-Day is almost upon us. ARRRRRRGH. I have this horrible feeling that Liverpool are going to reject me, and i'll be fucked. Bugger.

Didn't want to come back to London from Southampton. Ben and Ali rock, and we could do so much that our parents never let us (watch Sky, eat meals in front of telly, play GameCube, lounge around in pyjamas for the whole day, swear like troopers, eat snacks and jumk food). So much fun.

I'm getting worried about university, wherever I end up gong. It feels as if high school was a struggle to weed out all the people who i didn't get on with and made me feel like shit, and now that i've finally got a group of friends who I like, who I get on with, who I think like me too, and who make me feel good about myself, I've now got to start all over again, which sucks.

xxx