Back to Uni Blues

[crystalcazzie]

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.

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[jenithegreat.livejournal.com]

I would be cranky that my friends just invited themselves over. Then again, mine would do it all the time and I'd act like it was so much fun when I hated them just talking to each other and goofing off while I sit on my own couch alone... anyway.

Does being in uni require you to be social? Damn, and I plan to go to Med School too. Ew. Social-ness isn't that fun. I mean what if the people you start talking to are really weird and annoying and you end up hating them and then because you start to not talk to them after you started they're think you're even more or a weirdo and then they'll tell the whole school and even the freshmen won't talk to you. Wait, sorry that's my fear.

I still say since you're packing anyway, you should just ship the stuff to America and live with me. When you're ready you can try American uni or something. Or take online courses and junk. And you'll be more able to talk to the other people in the house, because it would be me, and I'm the greatest, and my mummy and daddy. And since I just hide in my bedroom most of the time, it wouldn't be odd for you to, too. See?

I think if Gill knows you're shy, she'll understand that you need backup. A lot of people need backup when going to register and all that. Think of it as backup so you don't yell at the people if they screw things up.

I worried about taking French Level 4 with all seniors. Turns out I know more and speak better than all but one. And the teacher I guess knows I'm shy and doesn't make me speak all that much. Once every few days. But yeah, sitting and listening and then writing and speaking, bah. But it's up to you. Can you drop it if you decide you dont like it?

Your head is still crunchy? Maybe it's your jaw. Maybe some cartlidge or something cracked and moves against stuff to make that crunchy sound.