Tuesday's my busy day. I usually have two tutorials and a lecture, with a free hour between the lecture (Philosophy) and the last tutorial (English Language). I have to get the bus at 10:30am, and I usually get home around 6pm.

Tomorrow's not so bad; I only have a creative writing workshop from 2-3 so I'll be getting the 12:30 bus and getting home at 5pm instead. I really enjoy those sessions, actually; afterwards I always have this burning desire to write and it's fantastic. With NaNoWriMo 2011 kicking off in six days, this kind of motivation is precisely what I need.

As per usual, what I write this year will be a load of freewheeling bollocks and I can't wait to get going. In case I haven't informed you all as to what I'm doing this year, I'll be working on two novels; 'Chaos at the Jazz Club' and 'You Know You Got (No) Soul'. Both ideas have been kicking around in my head for quite some time so I think it;s time to give them life!

Today's been a laugh, bantering pre-tutorial with Meg, Kerry and Aisling. I can't be a complete social reject in university as while we were waiting for tutorials today I just threw myself in, acted my usual self and had everybody laughing. Making people laugh is probably one of the best feelings ever; I often worry that I'm a bit dull, so when I say something and get such a response it's the ultimate reward - gives me some sense of self-worth. But yeah, today's been good craic and I've been getting along with people even better. Consequently, I'm satisfied.

Jason phoned yesterday, since his 300 minutes came through - hearing his voice again simply made my day. Of course I'd give anything right now for just a moment of face-to-face interaction but phoning's the best option we have until I go back at Christmas. Speaking to him yesterday night made me feel so much better after the low I'd had at the weekend; just listening to him being his usual silly self... but afterwards it's always the same. As soon as we say our reluctant goodbyes and hang up I get this immense wave of emotion trying to knock me flat. Missing him. Regretting my choice of university. Feeling like a complete idiot by not considering that hey, I might fall in love during my gap year - well, okay, I'd expected quite the opposite, but then Jason walked in and proved me wrong.

I really miss him, with every fibre of my being. To say that he's never far from my mind isn't an exaggeration. I suppose he's always with me in that sense. It's a comforting thought. But I still miss him.

Shannon's been really funny these past few days. Some little cretin in school is putting all these daft ideas in her head about the devil, demons, ouija boards and the like, scaring the absolute crap out of her. She's been really reluctant to go to bed, for one thing, and last night when I was just nodding off she woke me up saying 'Kelsey? Can I ask you something? Devils and demons - they aren't real, are they?'

I promised her they weren't, it was all a load of old bollocks and that if any nasties did try anything I'd beat the supernatural shit out of them.

See, the thing is, I've never seen Shannon so scared of anything. Neither has Mum. The girl's fearless - usually. Tonight she was coming down to get a drink and Lee, my nephew and a little shit, jumped out and frightened the living daylights out of her and I've never seen her get so worked up. It's really bizarre, and it's sad because she's terrified of essentially nothing. I actually feel bad because she's up in bed now, in the room alone, and I think she'd feel a little better having me up there. I don't know who's been filling her head with all this devil crap but if I find out...

Also, Jason apparently set off the fire alarm using the shower in his dorm in Exeter today. I wonder if they had to evacuate the whole building just because of his sense of hygiene?