Sigh
A guy I know had just proposed to his girlfriend.
This came as no surprise to me, as he and I were talking that stuff over, as he was trying to decide whether to push the date of proposal forward by a good half-year because of outside circumstances (basically, it was a case of when, not if).
This had only remind me that, in the dating-sense, I am a very slow developer. Actually, I have not developed at all. Here my friend is, not much younger than I am, and engaged. One of the guys I lived in the hall of residence with is married and babied (and has been for a few years now).
I, meanwhile, have never been on a date.
I’ll be 21 and a half in about a fortnight…
Oh well. At least I am not like certain LJ mommies.
A Scarfie in the Wrong City
It’s always a delight to get mail that’s not from the uni, the bank or something else to do with me not having any money, so there was a big smile when my package from my friend Kirsti finally arrived.
As you can see, the present was a lovely made-by-Kirsti scarf and since it is too warm here for me to use it right now, it is instead being modelled by the lovely Cheer Bear. It also came with a note, part of which read:
Anyway, I thought I’d send you this as a Scarfie at a new uni, I figured you’d need a new scarf! I hope you like the colours - but then again, you did help me pick them out!
I do love the scarf, Kirsti, and I love the colours - although at the time I wasn’t picking them for me! Thank you! It’ll help me colour up my winter wardrobe.
In other news, I am all finished registering with the university, and I start on Monday. I’m already registered with Disability Support Services, too. The anti-depressants have started set in and my concentration has started to come back, and I am sleeping better than I have in years. There is, however, a new diagnosis of PTSD, which is a bummer. But better I know, I guess.
So a whole new adventure starts on Monday. The final years of my degree, hopefully!
Wish me luck!
