Which makes me think I should never be sure of anything. Not even sure of the fact, I'm going to have a silly, crazy child called Lily, or sure of the fact I WON'T get married. It makes me reconsider everything I know is right and certain which terrfies me. And then after all this thinking has been done and my brain is about to implode, I think well a) thats life. and b) if my plans go awry in life the way they have this year, that's ok. Because, well, the amazing friends I have now, some met through uni and some met through mutual friends, are a living testament to the kick-arseness of a year gone not according to plan.