After all of my complaining and ranting on Sunday and deciding that I was going to stop caring whether I'm single or not and just making the most of each day... I have a date. Ugh I hate that word, I really do. It makes me feel like I'm all of about 13, not 23! I haven't decided whether I'm going to go or not, but I probably will. I haven't really done the whole 'date' thing before, nothing that formal really. I'm not sure whether I'm interested in him or not really, I don't know him enough to be able to make that decision which is why I don't know whether I should go. On one hand I feel like if I don't know whether I'm in to him, is it fair to agree to a date... but then, surely that's what they're for! It's the chance to get to know them and decide. He might decide that actually he's not interested in me after one date! But whether I am or not, I think him just asking, and fairly insistently has given me a bit of a confidence boost. Maybe I'm not so ugly and unattractive as I thought, and maybe someone being interested in me isn't as unlikely as I thought. So we'll see I guess. Eek! Exciting or scary... I can't decide!
I get my uni results today, can't decide if I'm excited or scared about that either! I think I've got to wait til 4pm though :( I've seen two notices one said they'll be up by 4, the other said at 4, so we'll see I guess. Final year results are just so different to before, I've never felt like this. They're so much more important than ever before, it's one third of this year's grades today, so one third of my final classification!! Double eek!!
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