Right. So my phone beeps and it's a text from Jess saying they'll probably see me tomorrow, depending on when Paul finishes his golf.
I am, understandably, confused.
Turns out that they're planning to come and see me either tomorrow or Monday evening, Jess said that Paul thought I knew. I'm not sure why I would know since I haven't seen him since the games night but whatever.
So now I'm trying to be pleased about it. It's nice of them to come see my but I'm not sure I can handle another social night, which is silly since I'm going back to uni on Wednesday and will need to be social then. It's just another thing to worry about and is giving me a headache.
I wish it was like my first year where I lived in halls, it was just easier then. Now if I don't make friends with the two in the house then I'm screwed and completely alone for the year.
I've been packing more. I still have a bit to do, it's frustrating because there's so much I look at and think "I'll do that closer to the day" but Dad wants all my stuff ready by Tuesday lunchtime.
I'm also worrying about having to register. I plan to email Gill and ask her to go with me but I feel really pathetic and needy. Plus I keep ranting to myself about taking Latin. I don't know if it counts for anything towards my degree and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to take an extra course next year to make up the credits, which worries me but I suppose I should leave the worry about that until next year.
I'm not even sure I want to be doing this course any more. Sitting in lectures and writing essays does not sound like fun. And when you add to that the participation element where I am actually expected to talk then you end up with something that I'm really not going to be good at.
And finally, my head is still crunching or whatever it does when I move my head. I really can't describe it but it's horrible. I really hoped it would go away when I saw the nurse about my ear but it hasn't, which actually scares me.