I don't really have anything to look forward to at the moment, except to this day in two weeks' time, when I shall be gloriously, gloriously free. Looking back at my school days and reflecting on my current uni life, I realize that I have been getting through life by eagerly looking forward to the end of whatever current phase I happen to be in, just so that I can be disappointed by whatever comes next.

I wonder if this blog is starting to sound dreary or to smack of faux sentimentalism. Possibly, but I have sort of ran out of other things to say.