the strangeness of people ...

... still gets to me after all these years. You think I'd be used to it by now. People I hardly know still feel the need to come to me and share really private, intimate things. I don't entirely understand why. Actually I don't understand at all. Im sure there's a reason for it, I just can't figure it.

Arranged my leaving drinky poo's for the 16th Feb. Looks like It'll be a joint work-mates/ mate-mates night. Think I'll try and get a night just wi' my close mates beforehand. Parents are insisting on taking me out the weekend before I leave. Sweet I guess.

Im feeling rather ... melancholic (is that even a word???). Notice handed in, moving being planned - I kinda feel like Im just treading water till it's time to go and I HATE feeling like Im just fucking about waiting for something else to happen. Turns out my last day at work might end up being the 31st Jan. Gives me 2weeks before I leave. Not sure if this is a good thing - dont wanna be sitting at home waiting for time to pass.

Damn I really need to cheer up