I have a thing with Mondays. There's just something apalling with the fact that this day is the reason my weekend is over, this singular entity of 24 hours. And this year I have schedule with P.E. as the first class on Mondays, Biology with a teacher who's nicknamed "the Dragon" and Maths, which doesn't make it very much better.

Oh, wait. I'm going away, true that. Phew. I actually have a date of departure now, which is the 30th of August. Which is a week and a half away. AAAAAAAAAAAH! It's too soon, I have so many things to fix, I haven't prepared enough mentally, I haven't even started packing. I did go shopping and bought a lot of funny things today, and I actually needed some of them. The thing I need the most, though, shoes, I did not buy. Isn't it so that whenever one goes shopping for a certain item, you rarely come home with it, or is that just me?

Boys: I went for Home (f-locked). Seriously, how could I not? He's the kind of guy I don't need to explain all the things I like to, he gets it because he likes them too. I mean, he even brought up Eddie Izzard when we were watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show (you can already tell he's awesome, right?) because Frank-n-Furter looked like him, and I hadn't mentioned I liked Izzard. There's like a million other things, but that one was like "hello, boy version of me, you". We just click, somehow. Hell, we're almost together. He's pretty convinced we are, I think, whereas I'm a little more hesitant. Not because I don't like him, I like him loads and we have a good chemistry, but because

1. We haven't known each other for that long. I'm the kind of person who's pretty serious when it comes to relationships, I don't want to rush anything. Least important reason, though.


2. I'm going to England, and I feel like being in an official relationship will be a heavy psychological load for me. I'm afraid it'll make me miss him more.


3. I've always been crap at love, I have a hard time accepting this is actually working out. I had a fricking nightmare about him cheating on me when I slept over, and I was even less sure then.

I'm sort of afraid of showing him off to my close-but-not-that-close friends, I think some mightn't like him just because we're dating. Especially my best male friend in class who's sort of crushing on me. Otherwise, I'm seriously happy as a clam about this. My life is honestly sort of great now. I'm even not too anxious about going to England.