Old

I have never really fitted in with people my age. I got old well before my time.

From an early age I can remember saying things such as "when I was a kid". I could never understand the joy people got out of breaking things or hurting people.

Now I am older and understand society better (if that is possible) I still have trouble comprehending the great enjoyment that people get from breaking/hurting things. I can understand using the violence or the power as a stress relief, as a way to vent anger. I don't necessarily agree with it, but I can understand it. But there are people who have no such reason, no matter how weak that reason may be.

What has spurred this latest post is the way in which the younger generation (see, I'm doing it again) feel that a good night out is one in which they get completely off their faces, can't remember a thing, feel like complete shit in the morning and try and pull as many people of the opposite sex as possible.

Ok, most have us have filled one aspect of the criteria -a.k.a feeling as though magically during the night, your head has transformed into a bowling ball.

I just fail to see how in a society like todays, young girls think it a great idea to rub their groins against as many guys as possible and...

This is the best bit...

The bit that has *really* pissed me off...

...telling said guys where I live.

Admittedly, said girls live there too, but they needn't tell them I'm a flatmate afterwards.

Not one girl I was out with tonight was single either, and I'm sorry if it makes me old fashioned - but I just think that they are asking for trouble.

I don't know, I guess it's just me being old.

Older even than I usually am.

Wooooohoooo...

The wait is over, and I am ever so slightly happy (to the extent that I am bouncing off the walls with excitement) because I received a phonecall not more than 30 minutes ago (my hands have only stopped trembling enough to type) to tell me that I have been accepted at UKC

*jumps up and down excitedly*

Yay!

Will update soon as I can't sit still long enough to go into details :)

Banging head against wall

I thought that choosing which course to do at uni would be hard, but my personal statement is appearing to be more of a mountain than the original mere cliff that I had presumed it to be. Aaaaaaaargh!
This is of course accentuated by the fact that I haven't actually chosen my course yet, and don't seem to be at a final decision at any point in the near future - Whoops

So, in short what I've learnt today is that I should not under any circumstance be left with a decision, no matter how simple it may seem because I will inevitably balls it up.

Oh and anyone who wants to write my personal statement or decide my future for me, should apply below...