Its a bit scary actually, this time Saturday I'll be panicking about if I've got enough pants and whether my plates will break during the journey.. Of course they don't sell plates and pants in Brighton since everyone is a gay, so I will be pretty much screwed..
Anyway I think everyone knows I've been a tad excited for a while but it is suddenly dawning on me that I'll actually have to try and make friends. In the past this hasn't been a problem really and one would think that it would be easy since everyone is in the same boat, but what if these new folk realise that I'm actually just blagging my way through our conversation and that all my talk of cake and High School Musical is just a way of tricking them into being my new, but fickle, friends? Letters on a postcard please..
On a lighter note I have just found some pretty stuff that I bought a while back - including this fab cupcake biscuit barrel, so if it all does go wrong I can just take my brightly coloured sweet goods jar and live in my room til Christmas when everything will be back to normal...
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Trust me, even the ficklest of smug, scarf-wearing, poetry-reciting, Nietzsche-misquoting uppper-class-twattiest smug gits of an undergraduate philosopher could be won over by your mad baking skillz. You'll be fine.
Oh yeah, and I'm well overdue replying to this and can see from your facebook that you already have loads of new friends, so guess I was right. Nyer.
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