Come out of things unsaid

One day I promise I will be able to stick to writing weekly on this webpage! I promise.
It is finally here, MY LAST YEAR of University. Never did I think the day would come so fast! 2 years have flown by, now a third is going to wizz through and I have to figure out what happens next.
Well, who gives a flying sod, may I ask you? I am now more than anything less concerned with my future and a lot more focused in the now.
I got my qualification as a Rowing Coach, might want to put that to use and get a job! I am currently facing a never-ending and ever-growing pile of paperwork and stash of books that need to be read and written for my final modules. And I am trying to make the most of life. Which right now is not a lot, but it is to me.
I wish I had something more to say, except that Snow Patrol are genius, and all the things unsaid in the past are being said now. I want to live. I want a first. I want to graduate. I will miss Roehampton. I wish I knew what was next. I like not knowing what's going to happen. I am scared. I am ecstatic. I am ready. I am living.