I dropped out of uni (accidentally, through a series of misunderstandings and me not being bothered to fix them), and I feel so much happier for it.
I'm working (technically casual, but it's like a 35-40 hour work week) as the front desk of a guest house in my local area. I'm also doubling as the manager-during-the-week. It's pretty awesome, and I love it for the most part, since I kinda really don't like other people.
I've moved out of home!!!!! For the first time in my life I am not living with my parents. It feels pretty great, because for a while there I was feeling like I couldn't live there any more. My parents and I get on great, but I really needed this move. I don't yet have internet at my new house, so I'm leeching off the work wifi when I can. I'm hoping that without internet, I may write a little more, rather than read all the time.
Got myself a new batch of friends, to replace the ones that seem to have forgotten I exist, and was once a friend.
And finally, and the main reason that I haven't written anything, posted, commented on stories or journal entries even though I've read them, is that for all I'm at my happiest and most content than I have been in a while, my mood is on a real down. Like, depression episode down. Zero motivation, want-to-be-on-happy-making-meds down. (Also, I didn't like my springfling submission [though thank you so much to the people who did like it!] so I haven't posted it here.)
It really, truly sucks. So it'll probably be a few months till you next hear from me (in fact, it'll probably be November, since I signed up for and shall resurface for reversebang again) because I'm still getting over my best friends abandoning me.