Eggs

12.04AM 5th July 2011 and it is officially declared movie night.

So I sit here with my cold, (which has thankfully transferred from my head to my chest. Whilst this means i can't run or exercise, at least I don't - fingers crossed - have a stuffed nose which will then keep me up all night.)

In more depressing news, the reason for my impromptu movie-night-that-shall-keep-me-up-unreasonably-late is that tomorrow is the 6th. 6th = results day.
Tomorrow night:

Ultimate celebration (vs.) Ultimate Drowning of Sorrows

For this summer has been me thinking of university. Naturally. For anyone who's just graduated, ready to move on. Unlike those with unconditional offers, I am basing my hopes, dreams and eternal happiness on my potential conditional offer. As anyone could see, in descending chronological order: me getting my offer, me going for my interview, and me pondering my course, that I've really been thinking and planning.

And with results day so close, I am naturally going over every exam and every potential situation and what-ifs and having nightmares and I've managed to get myself sick from stress. The results come out at 8pm. Perfect time for either celebration/sorrow drowning straight after.

This wait is harder than christmas and I'm partaking in my usual time-passing tactics: sleep a lot, (hand in hand with illness regardless,) movies, doing stuff (which really is made up of nonstop university stalking,) and just stressing myself out and panicking.

I need to know my results. When I do I can plan. I can relax; I have put all my eggs in one basket. Not literally - I have my backup university. Backup plans. Trying to keep backup thoughts. But really, I've planned everything around this even though I'm wrecked with nervousness of my own ability.

Fuck, I need to stop pondering in circles. Updates tomorrow.