Orright. So.
This is long, but bear with me.
I'm going to refer to the people in this by descriptors... so just bear with me.
Today was awesome. I had a laboratory session first, which was utterly boring (CAN YOU FIND THE LETTER "A" UNDER A MICROSCOPE? WELL DONE!) but at least I got to wear a labcoat.
I also got Intelligent-cute-girl-who-is-my-height-and-is-interested-in-practically-everything-I-am-beside-DF's number. Awww yeah. She said that I was free to come around and study sometimes.
Spoke to Ex-who-I-don't-hate-anymore for a little while. Was cool, and not awkward. Soli assured me that it would be like that.
Then, then, THEN, who should I see at St. Alban's Station but the one girl who I was deeply in love with in year 10. Don't scoff, now, folks, I was only 15, and her too, but we had a falling out before we officially got together- which struck me to the core (I was severely, severely depressed at the time).
Seriously. I was thinking "Who is that girl with the crinkly blond hair and the relatively pretty, round face? IT CAN'T BE!?"
And it was... She seemed genuinely pleased to see me, and so we talked.
When I got home, my sister commented "It's like the God of Romance has taken a giant dump on you. Two of your exes at the same uni as you, and you trying to schmooze at the same time..."
But it was really nice seeing her again, and I got to finally, FINALLY apologise for the douchey behaviour of year 10 when we fell out, which surprisingly was a massive load off that had been weighing on me for a long time. I was quite rude, and she was too; and that had made me feel bad for a long time...
But yeah, I'm growing up, so I'm feeling a lot better.