Dear Die-ary...

Bloody 'ell, I've got into University! Lord knows how I did it; I'm sure the Uni was very sympathetic and felt so, so sorry for me. Well... that's what I thought until I got the results. Turns out I got what they wanted in three A2-levels (they wanted 300 points if you take it into the points-system.) so no worries at all.

Anyway if I must be 100% honest, I wasn't at all nervous or scared or excited or pissing myself the day, or days, before. In fact midnight last night:

Dad: "Emily, I think you should go to bed now. You get your results tomorrow"

Me: *is currently playing the Sims* "Uh? Oh. OK." *stays up another hour*

In fact I was even preparing myself for dire failure. I checked the clearing places for alternatives, got all the letters and contact details ready, and a full box of 'extra-strength' paracetamol for extreme emergencies (just kidding... I've always had it by my side... XP)

So what am I doing and where am I going? Oh, my little stalkers. Here is the confirmation on UCAS:

Congratulations! Your place at University of Surrey (S85) to study Law (3 or 4 years) (M100) has been confirmed.

And would you believe I am the first in my family to get to go to their first choice?

My father woke me up very early (...7 o'clock) so I could check this out. I wish he had let me wait until it was 'morning' because I couldn't get back to sleep (insomnia is a condition with which I am very familiar).

Besides, it was rather hinted that the Uni wanted me. I'm technically disabled (maybe they wanted to fulfill their disability-acceptance aims), so they had booked me to come a week earlier than when term started.

Another thing, a funny turn-out; my English editorial writing got 35 marks (out of 90), or a U. So I did it again and got 81, or an A. Erm. What an improvement? (And before you say 'what an idiot, a U??' I would like to make a note that we all in our year did badly in that exam. So it wasn't just me. A sort of mutual bad-ness. I blame the examiner, because I didn't do a single thing differently in terms of technique.)

So anyway, Surrey/Guildford, here I come! Watch out for le Bob!

How adorable. Grumpy sods, aren't they?

Anyway, how can I update? Our internet was down for some time. During this time I had won an eBay auction (I think the seller's gone into a sulk now; no sign of the item...), and I've been kicked out of my alliance on Travian, and countless people have attacked my village. Onoz! ...well, at least I'm not like the majority of users on Travian, who have the belief that Travian is their life, and they do not have jobs [true, I don't have a job either, at least I don't use that as an excuse to sit up all day upgrading my village]. The users on Facebook have a similar mentality, reportedly...

Anyway also during the last couple of months I have randomly, suddenly, and through no fault of my own, become clinically anorexic. Well, I mean my BMI is something like 17, but I'm on no starvation diet or throwing up virtually everything that passes my lips or anything. At least it gives you the excuse that you have to EAT MORE...*nom*... but that doesn't do much to me anyway... Meh, this is quite fun, really. At least it makes the change of a BMI of 26, which is what it was about 1.5-2 years ago. No one can understand it, and I don't care about the cause; I prefer to think of it as a blessing.

So anyway, a couple of days ago there I was, poor, emaciated, little me, walking down the road from Wimborne. I don't take buses. Yeah so I was walking all that way [I would also like to note that this 'excessive' walking was a one-off...], my hair (which has changed slightly... again!) flapping in the wind, as it does. Then suddenly this car passes, the driver honks the horn twice, so I looked inside and caught a glimpse of two fairly decent-looking lads inside the car who were smiling (but not laughing) at me, and they drove off. I was a bit confused at this point; I'd heard that blokes do this to women a lot but I didn't know what it meant at the time (shu'up, I'm slow.) So anyway out of sheer curiosity I googled this when I got home; turns out this is a compliment to pretty or cute girls.

So to the two guys in the car - thanks for the compliment!

But, I thought blind people weren't allowed to drive...?