So, I’ve finally escaped Farnborough. I absolutely love the fact that I never have to go back there (other than to sign out, but that takes a maximum of about 10 minutes if I do it at a good time). What I don’t love is the fact that this means closure. This is it, it will never *ever* go back to how it was that summer. It’s possible that I will never see or hear from those people again. I’ll be honest, though,  I don’t like them. Not now, they’re so different, and perhaps I am too. I miss who we *were*, back when it was all far more simple.

But anyway, I couldn’t be happier that I don’t have to go back. I also never have to endure any subject other than art =D. I can’t quite shake the nagging guilty feeling that I should be doing something productive… I have to convince myself that I don’t actually have anything I need to do any more. I feel like one of those animals that spend hours trying to escape a cage, then are hesitant to leave it when the door is left open. I’m sure I can get used to it =].

Actually, im hoping it doesn’t last….. I had a job interview yesterday for a summer job – 30 hours a week, which should massively help cover money issues for uni. I find out tomorrow whether or not I have the job. Wish me luck.

I’m off to….. I don’t actually know. Probably read/game/internet/films etc.. Any number of time wasting activities. I wish someone were free today. There arn’t even many people online to talk to. Where are you all?