Little High, Little Low

So I'm not going to Cambridge any more.

I didn't get rejected, I didn't fail to send in work that they wanted. I just...don't want to go. I've done the whole rigorous academic thing, and while I will forever and always adore the mental stimulation and challenge I get from academic work, I just don't feel like I want to live in a university where you are encouraged NOT to get part-time work because you simply won't be able to fit it in with the amount of work you do. I have no doubt that I would do well in an interview, and I am certain I'd have a good shot at getting in, but what's the point in even attending an interview when getting accepted is going to be the worst of the two options?!

I love to work. But when I go to university I would like to find out what play is like. That's all. If people can't accept that this decision is what will make me happy, then perhaps they should stop paying attention to my life. (That comment was addressed to a certain non-relative of mine XD).

On a brighter note, considering the things that have been happening to me recently, it's as if God or whatever's out there doesn't want me to go to Cambridge!

As soon as I made the decision not to go, I've had calls for two job interviews, I feel so much happier, my relationship with my parents is getting back to normal and when I saw my boyfriend the other day, he said "You sounded cheery on the phone earlier."

I DIDN'T EVEN THINK I SOUNDED ANY DIFFERENT FROM NORMAL. That in itself tells me something.

Well, that was the update on my life, not that anyone really reads this XD. If you want to talk and reciprocate, send me a message. Otherwise, I'm going to concentrate on my suddenly stress-free life.

G'bye.