I went out for dinner last night...

Fail.

Dear reader, in avoiding the stereotypical, Hi! I'm Paige and I'm going to write a blog now post, I realise that I have neglected to tell you much about myself.

I'm 18, I'm from Scotland and I'm at University studying Film and Screen-writing, and am currently at the end of my second year. I love the subject, but hate the institution, and hopefully that can be rectified soon. Oh dear, what a little box, I'm putting myself in, but I suppose if anyone were to read this, they'd find out more in due course.

Today, I am tired, I had work, far too early yesterday for my liking then a full day's rehearsal for the show this weekend. Hopefully tired and groggy is a good way to feel to write a screenplay, because that is what I absolutely need to do today.

I think that the good angels of the internet are doing my a favour today, facebook wont work on my computer, so spending endless hours on that, commenting and playing a bit of school of wizardry and bejewelled are out. This can only be a good thing.

Last night proved two interesting things to my mind. 1. I hate confrontation, and will go to most lengths to avoid it. 2. I can do confrontation when I know it wont lead to an argument.

I suppose years of a guaranteed very very negative reaction to any form of confrontation has taught my little sub-conscious that saying what's bothering me, will no doubt lead to awful things, and that it's best to avoid it. Even now, typing and thinking about the situation brings an unbearable crushing feeling around my chest, and feel short of breath and shaky.

However, with situation number 2 of last night, I knew the outcome wouldn't be shouting and bawling, and asked the person what was going on, and they told me and apologised. That's why I love him.

It's a weird one.