Yeah, so that whole plan failed (the one from my previous entry). I’d planned to write on here at least once a week, maybe even daily, but turns out I’m not great at sitting down to write stuff, yknow? Like this – right now it’s 4:47am, I’m jet lagged and ill and can’t sleep and sitting in my bed at home, trying not to cough too loud and wake anybody up. But hey, it’s better to be productive I guess. So my life, let’s see… I’m starting uni next week which just dawned on me recently, that’s exciting right? Well yeah, exciting, terrifying, nerve racking – take your pick. I’ve never been good at meeting new people. Somehow my friends say I’m the social one out of our group, but I think that’s crazy. I think I basically have mild social anxiety – like I’m terrified I’ll say the wrong thing, offend somebody, or if I do start a conversation, reach an awkward silence when we run out of things to say. All of this made worse by the idea of freshers week. Though my brother says it’s the best week ever, it sounds like my hell. In comparison, he’s mostly and extrovert, while I myself am an introvert. I love being around people, and talking to people about things I’m genuinely interested in is great, but that doesn’t happen often as most of my interests are cliche geek stuff. Anyway, back on topic – freshers week. So every night is basically a nightclub with different themes, though all are just an excuse to wear nearly nothing and dance to crappy drum and bass music (bleh.). For a guy who finds it hard to start conversations with strangers as is, the idea of doing so in a dark, loud party doesn’t sound great. But hopefully I’m wrong. Hopefully everything I’ve bigging up in my head to be afraid of is stupid and pointless and I’ll look back at this post and laugh. But that’s life huh? (And forgive me for ending on a cliche but) I guess we’ll just have to wait and see!