Seventy Five: Something.

So blogger reliably informs me that the last time I posted was on Friday 13th August, and as you have probably gathered by the fact that I haven't posted since then, I've given up on BEDA. It wasn't a conscious decision, as with JEDI July, it just sort of happened without me realising it.

I just typed an entire paragraph about what I've done since then and it sounds boring, though it was far from it. Thursday, though, was results day. My alarm didn't go off when it was supposed to but I woke up at half 6 anyway. CDD, in case you were wondering, the C being in English Literature and the D's being in English Language and Critical Thinking (it amuses me greatly that I can get the same grade for one subject that I worked stupidly hard in and another for which I didn't even revise for the exam). I won't lie to you, I was disappointed and although I've said I was fine about going to Greenwich, I'd secretly (possibly subconsciously) hoped for Chichester. I poked my mum awake, told her what I'd got and then crawled back to bed. Got up later when I felt slightly calmer and said I was fine about Greenwich (I may have not entirely been telling the whole truth...) and waited for UCAS to let me log in (which it didn't for several hours) while watching Doctor Who dvds (they are oddly comforting). When it did, I found out Chichester hadn't technically rejected me yet, so more waiting. Eventually I got fed up, and the people around me were getting fed up and more than one person had suggested calling the university itself, so I did that and spoke to a nice lady who asked me for my reference number, and said she'd have go and speak to someone with regards to my application. I waited for about two and a half minutes (the longest two and a half minutes of my life, I might add) before she told me I'd got a place. I thanked her, hung up the phone, let out an odd squeaking noise, hugged my mum and danced around the living room.

Anyway, since then I've been relatively happy, I've been talking to people who are doing the same course and are living in the same halls as me and they're all very nice so I'm excited about that and I checked on the Admissions Portal today and the Induction timetable's up, so I have a bit more of an idea of what I'll be doing for the first week at least. I'm not really nervous (not yet, anyway) though various things pop up in my head now and again about what could go wrong, but I try not to think about them.

I know I did a blog entry earlier this month thanking people, but I'd just like to do that again: thank you. You're such lovely, wonderful people and why you put up with me I'll never know, and I love you all.

Mushy part over, it's now time for bed. Sleep before midnight, what do you reckon?

B xxx :)