La la la.

Oh boy. I'm so glad that it's nearly over. I have one more day left of classes. Then a week off. Then four exams. Then nothing. Uni will be over. And it's a great feeling.

So a run down on how I went? So far I'm surprisingly passing everything. Which is great. I mean, I don't want to stay but atleast I'll get credited for all this shit that I went through.

I don't know if I will ever go back. I keep telling myself I will but I'm renowned for never following through on anything I say.

I want to go back. I want to be able to say I completed a university degree. But I'm not sure if Psychology is what I want to do. I still want to be a forensic psychologist but I can think of other ways to get there. Apparently I only have to do a year and a half of study or something (and turn 25) before I'm eligible to join the force. And I can work my way up that way I guess. There will be a lot more work but if I were to finish my degree, honors and all. Then I would have to join the police force. I'd still have to wait until I was 25. I'd just have a full degree behind me. So... eh. I would also like to work at a rehab clinic or something. Not the ones that just drug them all up. The one like Halle Berry in Gothika. Sounds like a plan.

No matter what I choose to do with regard to uni, I know it will have something to do with people. And their brains. And their thoughts.

As much as I hate people... they interest me so fucking much.