It seems odd that I keep listening to "Basket Case" today. For reasons which I shan't go into, but suffice to say it's a little... insensitive. Or some other more apt word that I can't think of.

And staying on mental matters, I'm really hugely insecure right now. We went out on Sunday, and i met a bunch of new people, and when I got home I got really worried that they all hated me. Which, actually, I'm still quite worried about.

Then we were out again last night, and despite being told I wasn't hated, I got home and worried that I was. I nearly didn't even go on Sunday because I was so worried about more people hating me.

I am. Odd.

It has been nice to see people though, despite the fact that I'm convinced they're all sticking pins into a little Georgie voodoo doll. Or something along those lines, but possibly not quite as extreme.

So anyway, today has been a little stressful, and much as I claim that I can handle it, which I can, providing I'm talking to my family, if I have to let off steam to friends, I end up getting upset and welling up and crying and stuff. But it's worse for other people, so I shouldn't complain.

And, erm, in other news, I suck at updating this. I'm not sure if I ever said in here what the mark for my first uni assignment was, after making people wish me luck, so just in case I didn't-I got 70%, a pass 2, so in lettered grades, a B basically. Wooo me. Now I just have to hope I do OK on the one I've just finished.

I'm boring as hell.

And I need more dresses. Dammit.

Oh, and some rough common looking bloke appeared to keep staring at me yesterday. Despite the fact that I was clearly there with my boyfriend. Unless he was starting at Timtom or Stu. Hmmm.