It is not nice.
I thought it would be, I mean Jack and coke, what's not to like? Apparantly I don't like Jack. Good to know, for future reference and the like. I'm still drinking it though but then I'm also swayng in my chair so I don't know icf that means anything.
I was talking with Father Christmas earlier about being shy. What was I thinking, going back to uni? Apart from the obvious that I need to get out of the house. I know my parents are sick of me and want me to go away. Earlier Dad was going on to me about all my stuff, like I've just moved in and am cluttering up their house. He added that it was my house too as an afterthought.
I want to go, I want to be able to finish my degree but then what? I mean History and Religious Studies isn't exaclty going to get me anywhere.
Oh, but I went to the uni site and it has my modules up. I didn't get Writing and Reading POetry. Probably for the best, I'd be too scared to submit any of my poems.