After a long sleep...

It occured to me as I read around a few other blogs, that I'm taking this too seriously. I feel like I can't post anything unless it's perfect (perhaps using my dad's blog as a measure isn't the best idea)... So i'll now just write. Write how I feel, Write what I like.
We start back at school tomorrow after the Easter break, and I'm both glad to go back, and terrified of how work changes my life.
Is it normal to feel so exhausted at the end of a day, that I can barely feed myself, just in time to climb into bed at 8.30? Is this the life I should expect at just 25 years old?
What will happen when I have children? Or when I retire and look back on my life and realise I spent those entire working years wishing the time away - waiting for the next holiday when I could just about charge my batteries for the next term?
Will it always be like this? With Saturday night being the only time I can arrange to see anyone, and then realising I have no one to see anyway, because they think I'm dead it's been so long?

On that note I joined the adult world today and finally bought myself a contract phone... So without the 'oh, I have no credit' excuse, I might finally get over my mortifying fear of PICKING UP THE PHONE AND JUST RINGING SOMEONE.
How can someone who craves attention and doesn't flutter an eyelid at speaking in public be so scared of communicating by phone?? Pathetic.

So, those of you who have been waiting several years for me to phone you back... the end might soon be in sight.