I have received e-mails from all the UK universities that I applied for.

Except Bath, I think.

UCL, LSE, DURHAM and EXETER have all replied.

I felt so excited looking at the sender address and my heart beats faster (wtg is the past tense for beat? Beat? Beated? ) as I see admissions@ucl.uk or something like tht. Btw, thts nt a real address, so don't bother spamming it.

EVen though it's not any sort of an offer or such, I still feel excited. Cos, it seems like they're acknowledging my existence. harhar.

AS results are out 21st of January.

Everytime I think about it, I get a haemorrhage in my brain and a stroke in my heart and a spasm in my body and my eyes go wonky due to severe stress and panic.

I don't know how to end this post.

I learnt something new today,

In a packed elevator with a funky smell, these two lines come in handy:

Oops! Je pété! *

Moi? Pété? Non! C'est toi!!! **

=)

jwC

* Oops! I farted! (follow up with sheepish smile and get out at the next stop)

** Me? Fart? No! It's YOU!!! (In accusatory tone)

Or, you could just discreetly fan the smell away from you and glance suspiciously at the other occupants of the lift. harhar.

EDIT: You know how I know how to spell the word haemorrhage? I typed it into microsoft word and used the spelling aid. harhar. Good stuff, that Microsoft word.