Anti-Climax

So UCAS ruined the whole climatic results thing. I'm in, and going to Reading. Woo!

Also, petrified. A new city, new friends, new home, new life. Frightening. I've rarely left Plymouth! But that's a blog for another time.

Some people seem disappointed in their results. I hope everybody who has problems with them gets them sorted, a lot of people have the oppurtunity for retakes anyway, so that's okay.

Urm. The End.

Yesterday and Tomorrow

Yesterday was my blog's one year birthday. Only a year ago? Wow, this year has actually gone by pretty slowly.

Nice timing though, 'coz tomorrow is results day. I realise just how slowly this year has gone by, just how much has happened since we became year 13, and beyond, and then it all ends the next day. Nervous? Of course.

But I'm more worried about Uni. If this year went by so slowly, next year? Next year, and will this all seem like some distant dream, like year 11 and 12 does now? Will all the friendship we built up seem distant and gone?

I hope not. But it's a scary thought none the less.

This Calls For.....A Blog!

Okay.

In reference to recent comments that have been cropping up all over on everybody's blogs.

WHAT THE HELL!?

Who the hell develops a system to spam BLOG COMMENTS!?

WHAT!?

Do they really think that's going to help their product sell!?

Or are they just trying to ruin the ability to blog for all it's users!? I mean, e-mail has already been destroyed, and now people can't write blogs without getting spammed to death! I seriously wonder why anybody bothers. I mean, I just don't understand. Do people actually honestly believe that this helps sell their crap, or do they just do it to annoy?

How long will it be before I'm getting offers to enlarge my penis in the comments section!? I've seen these cropping up all over the place. I mean, some are done like "Hi, I liked your blog..." then a link for some website, okay, that's still spam, and still bad, but at least they TRIED to disguise it. Look on my previous post. There's a gigantic post about some medical crap. What the hell!? Why would that be on a blog!? And why should I care!?

Ahem. That's pretty much all I have to rant on. I just thought I should make my complaints clear.

Quote

I found this quote by some bloke named Joe Dodson. I have no idea who he is, but it made me laugh, and I'm sure there's some truth in there somewhere:

"True geeks know what it is to be the friend who listens. Sensitive, intelligent, beautiful girls come to us for meaningful talk and profound empathy, then go back to their idiot boyfriends for wild, monkey sex. We need to talk less and workout more, fellas."

Well, I laughed!

Okay, I'm Offically Getting Scared

Just over a month to go. A month. And then this will all be left behind. And I'll be in a different city, on my own, with all strange new friends, and there'll be no going back. I'm getting scared. I've always been bad with change, and I don't want to leave all of this behind. This is the biggest change of my life! I feel oddly sad when I change wallpaper or get a new TV or something! I'm moving city to live on my own and go to University! Cut off from every support network I've ever had, cut off from the friends I have and care about so much. Sure, everybody's in the same boat, but I dunno how I'll handle it. I don't have any money either due to not getting a job, stupidely! I'm worried. I wish I could hold back time. Have another year. Somehow stop it. But I can't. It's rocketing ever closer and I'm leaving all of this behind, and I have to come to terms with it.

Seven years have gone so fast. And now it's over. I never thought this was going to happen. Somehow, I always thought something would happen beforehand, that I wouldn't live this long, pr we'd stay this age forever, or some cosmic event would occur, and we'd go on an adventure as a group or something. But it's coming and there's nothing I can do. It feels like doom looming over me, to use an over the top metaphor. Every day that goes by I feel like it's another one wasted before I lose all of this. Everytime I go to sleep in my bed I think "in a month, this is going to be for the last time, with this as my home".

Why am I saying this? Well, mainly because I haven't updated my blog in a while and it's what's on my mind, but I kind of noticed there was no end point. That's a kind of 'welcome to the mind of Leigh' moment. Mostly it's quite barren in here, but that's what's there at the moment.

Least I updated!