Some teachers

really are shit. I was NOT in my right mind and so a VERY kind friend took me to get food as I had not eaten. APPARENTLY this disrupted the class - EVEN THOUGH the teachers told us to go... and then she told me I was a christmas tree and treated me as though I was about 12. UNAMUSED.

These absences

are getting worse. I have had epilepsy for gone ten years now, and the absences have always been there. But for the past couple of months, i.e. since coming to uni, they have got significantly worse. On Wednesday I had six in one hour, went to sleep, woke up and had more. NOT GOOD. So as a normal person would I carried on taking my tablets, just more often than I did because I usually forgot. AND SO TODAY!!! I'm fine, then my tablets must have kicked in because I was seemingly drunk but hadn't touched a drop of alcohol since Wednesday. WTF?

this science revision

is not going completely as planned.
I started about six hours ago and only have three typed pages. Issue.
I so want to do well but this university and the people in it are too distracting. Facebook doesnt help either.
My best friend is also having issues. Hers are of a different kind. Sometimes. Mopst of the time it is Craig. Like now. Sometimes it is work, but she gave up on that at christmas. Ah well. I'm sure she is happy. Like I am. I'm happy that I can't revise because I am with my best friend talking about the unfortunateness of Craig and his many blunders.

feelings of the heart

Of the heart? Obviously there's a guy. His smile makes me crumble inside but no one seems to understand. Friends from home have decided on someone else. Friends from university know my previous boyfriend.

This guy is my friend, and is a shared friend of the previous boy in my life. Would this be awkward? Surely I shouldn't care. I don't. I know that he must have had an effect on me or I wouldn't be writing down how I feel like I am.

I am sat next to him and I feel happy inside; we have recently watched films together - surrounded by mutual friends, but I still feel more comfortable with him than anyone else on this earth. And now, just after saying goodbye to him for another night, I felt compelled to share my feelings with someone.

I had a grin on my face that even my best friend had barely seen. She commented on my grin and immediately suspected there was a boy. She was right. The grin wasn't there for any reason.

He is beautiful, he is Spanish, and he is genuine.

He walked me back to my block.

I gave him a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek.

He left and came back to tell me he'd see me on Friday.

That was the reason for my grin.