Ergh! What a day university at Cambridge everything was going well for the first six months until, in one of the lectures today their was a photo that made my spine cringe with embarrassment! and guess what it was!!? It was ME! me ,me ,me  ,me. when I was in Rwanda just after the war  with a leg blown off next to me. Charming. I mean it just had to be me! it had to be that same bloody photo of me that Joseph took when I was younger in war. But what made it worst was that some people in the lectures looked at me and giving me dirty looks like I was freakier than normal. Great. I'm even thinking of changing university or even leaving. even if I do leave I'm not going to miss much, apart from boring old lectures and hearing my drunk roommates come home at 2'oclock from the bedsit. oh yeah! and don't forget the dent that I'm going to have to pay off for the rest of my life.

Or if I do decide to stay hopefully no one with remember it and most hopefully no one  noticed it was me at all. another thing to add to my list of worries such as paying two months of rent and phoning Joseph because I need to take my angry out on some one! Well, don't I!?