Okay...so, not to sound ridiculously sentimental or anything, but I really wish I was at home right now! And by home I mean my boring, ordered, regular home back in Northern Ireland. When I was at home I had so much control over anything I did. My life was boring, yes, but I knew what was going to happen next. Plus, at home I was in the same league of learning as everyone else.

So, I was sitting in my English seminar earlier on and we were looking at a really stupid poem by Spenser (who I HATE) and the teacher kept asking me for my opinion and then everything I said was wrong, I was seriously close to tears! It felt like she was deliberately asking me because she knew I'd be wrong and then someone else would make the same exact point I just made and she'd say, "Yes! Good! That's it!" WTF?!

Then, to make matters worse, out of all the creative writing pieces, the CREW teacher said that she was editing mine- WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY WORK?!
I'm used to being in the top ten of my year at school- to come here and apparently not do anything right- it's a bit like HELL.

As if I couldn't feel rubbish enough, everyone at university both here and back at home have been updating their facebook statuses to say they're going home for the weekend, all of them with smiley faces- LUCKY GITS. I thought I'd avoided homesickness but I guess not. I just wish I could go home, you know?

So, anyway, I was listening to 'Home' (the Michael Bublé version) and it just made me cry so much because I DO want to go HOOOOME! And i didn't think I did...

As if all this homesickness and failure wasn't enough, all my friends from home are being really unresponsive- it's always me who makes the calls and asks them about their unis and tries to keep in touch but none of them seem at all bothered so I've decided I'm not going to bother making an effort anymore- they can all forget me if they like, it shouldn't always have to be me making the effort- that's not friendship, that's slavery!

Plus, the girls here who I did call my friends are all becoming so close with each other that they too have gotten fed up with me- probably have realised I'm not happy all of the time, not enthusiastic and stick thin and girly girl-ish like they are and have decided they can't be bothered anymore.

I guess that's my life, though, either home or away. Still, I wish I could go home and cuddle my little dog, Elle, because she alone listens to me.