Current mood:	ecstatic
Current music:	Who needs music?!?!?!?!

Results today! And what a day it's been!

Got up this morning when Mr Goodman called me and said "Come to school now, we need to talk tactics." I rushed into school and he chatted to me about what we would do to try and get me into Oxford.
On the table were a load of envelopes, with our names on them. I picked up my envelope and opened it.

Computer Science - A
Mathematics - A
Further Mathematics - C

Shit! Not enough even to get my insurance offer.
Mrs McDermott called Oxford right away and they said there was no chance of me going there. Next she tried to call Warwick but it was engaged.
I went home and rung Warwick for ages, trying to get through. When I did get through, they said they were unable to process my application because some results were missing. After about 4 phone calls and lots of frustrating conversation, I found out what the problem was. They thought I was doing physics and were waiting to get all my results. After a depressed and frustrating day, I found out that the coarse picker was away for the afternoon and they would try and find out whether I had a place the next day. I would find out on Monday.

Whilst this was going on, my Dad and Sue (she's a fucking saint) were also calling Warwick. They had about as much luck as I did.

I looked at my phone at about half 3 and there was a voicemail message. I listened to it and it was Warwick, telling me to call them quick. I called them and they said I had a place!!!! I was so fucking happy!!!!

Gonna go out for a drink soon and celebrate.