My hamster. I swear it's sharpening its teeth. And also Fred the spider who has invaded the small bathroom and is in the process of taking my toothbrush hostage.

Scared of my internship next semester; I don't know what to expect, since I'm still learning about advertising and how it all works. I just hope I get a good enough performance for my lecturers and year leaders to give me a good enough grade to keep my scholarship intact.

The fact that I may never again leave the house. It is so warm in here.

The pile of books on the top shelf of my desk which look like they're going to fall off.

I'm kind of scared that my mother won't be back tomorrow, and might miss Christmas.

I'm also scared about not having read enough on the subjects I'm taking next year. I'm buying some books on the Renaissance because I'm studying it, but I don't know if I'll have time to read them all before February :S

^ my mum used to work at a retirement home named the Renaissance. Don't study it, you might have a heart attack when you meet the manager. She's the most heartless person EVER. Besides the people that charge MONEY for CC.

I'm most scared about going back home. We tried once, and Ryan's Honda crapped out like 5 minutes out of town, aka at the end of the driveway, so we're trying again tonight. My family seriously wants me to kill the kid, aka get an abortion, and I'm really scared they might take matters into their own hands. Let's just say my family is very ruthless. :l