The End is nigh
Today was awesome, the careers service proving useful in the extreme, giving me tips on how to decide what Im gonna do next. Ok so the advisor probably didnt think much of me, turning up hung over and with a close–to–being broken nose (thanks to Mark and a bouncy castle). But it went well, good tips all round.
Called into work to cover illness and just about managed to sort the department into a reasonable order again. Which was good seeing as we have been 2 men down all week.
Then on to mirage. A few drinks in the J&J and then the avenue whilst having the added distractions of football and Deal or no Deal gambler was fun to the max. It was a house activity, but we still only won £2 so that went into the jukebox. Having a final night in mirage, being too hot and overcrowded was not the highlight. My whole night was in fact centred around one plan, to see the one person at uni that made it all worth while, but she wasnt there, so left early. Of all the people Ive met, there is one who I would class as ultimately special and worthy of my normal "Id die for her mentality". Just a shame all good things come to an end. But no reconciliation factor or divine intervention can save me from the ignomany of my own stupidity. What is done is done and thats it. The end of Uni, the end of an era, the end of the Student lifestyle and most importantly the end of the possibility to change what in my eyes is the greatest mistake Ive ever made.