The prospect of going to Uni is really starting to catch up to me, it's pretty scary all in all. My texts books have been coming in, Sociology looks to be much more interesting than I thought it would be, a lot of it seems related to the psychology course I took in my sixth year at school, so yeah. Anyway, I'm having a bbq this weekend, just me and my friends, it's one of the last times we'll all be able to get together for months and months, maybe up to a year... since we all be going our seperate ways. We could all see each other as soon as december, but when you see people every day september till december is a long assed time. Anyway, obviously BBQ is slang for Piss-Up, but everyone wants me to invite Marc... but he doesn't drink... he'll have nothing to do. He'll sit there, while we are drunk... so thats just pointless... no invite for him! Anyway, I should go prepare for work... Damnit.