This time tomorrow, I'll be on a plane over the Atlantic. One word for that really - eeeeeeeee!!

So finally my Camp America adventure has arrived and I'm off to New York.

I'm terrified, I'm excited, and I'm still in disbelief that the day is nearly here. I can't wait to get on that plane and go off and have a summer to remember!

I will, of course, be sad to say goodbye. I'm really going to miss my mum, my dad and my brothers and the general nonsense which they spout. I'll miss my two very bests, the drunken disco-dancing, the rubbish-talking, the cinema-going, the cocktail-drinking, the ice cream-eating, the bitching, the moaning, the laughing at nothing - I'm starting to wonder why I'm leaving them behind...

I'll also miss Hollyoaks. I have this fear that I'll get home and not know what's going on. And Heat magazine, of course. And Grey's, and Heroes and late-night Sex and the City marathons. I'll miss my bed and my privacy and the chance to just do nothing.

And while I'm leaving so much behind, so much that I love, I'm getting a whooole lot in exchange. New York, New York. New friends. Lots of memories. A summer I'll never forget.

And now, I'll be off. I'm going to try blog when I can, no matter how brief. The words "oh", "my" and "God" will be frequent, I can feel it already.

Take care, lovely readers! Have a great summer, and I'll probably speak to you again from camp... Eeeee!

PS My beautiful friend Jane is going to be in a book! You can read more about it here, and even purchase yourself a copy. Profits are going to War Child, so you can get an extreme case of the warm and fuzzies from buying it as well as getting a great read from some very talented bloggers. Please do check it out! Jane, I'm so proud of you - hate to say 'I told you so'...

Now that my throat is cured, my nose is full of snot.

It had better have stopped its snotty nonsense by Tuesday or I'm throwing a tantrum.

Why Tuesday? Oh, I'm going to America.

And my exams are over, too.

Snot aside, life is lovely.

It really is all go, go, go at Casa Cochrane at the moment.

Birthday celebrations are now well and truly over, with only a couple of half-deflated helium balloons bobbing about to remind us that it ever happened. I had a really lovely day - well, week actually - and got lots of lovely presents. Including my very first digital camera that is all mine miney mine and not a hand-me-down, a beautiful ring and my first piece of Tiffany jewellery. I say first with a view to getting more. I feel sorry for whoever ends up stuck with me for life, my expectations are ridiculously high.

On Friday night, the night the photo from the previous post was taken, there was cocktail-drinking and disco-dancing and laughing at randoms in orange skinny jeans. Coupled with a blue jacket and bow-tie. Yes, seriously. I love you, Glasgow! Started off in a bar with Elaine, Gillian, Emma and Gemma, gossiping and having glasses thrown at us (don't ask), then Elaine, Gillian and myself headed on for a bit of a boogie. There was a lot of leaping about and finger pointing, even some high-kicking, and, "Eeeee! I love this one!" Can't beat it.

All of the fun aside, I'm now 21. Which is getting a bit old-ladyish for my liking. It'd probably be acceptable to refer to me as a spinster now. I think this is probably why 21st birthdays are generally quite explosive and alcohol-fuelled. To help you forget this fact until a few days after the event, once you're actually used to being 21.

Now it's back to reality, however. Tomorrow is my exam for Journalism and Creative Writing. I'm starting to wish I'd actually taken notes for this class. What I have written down is generally half a sentence, followed by "What a load of crap!" underline three times. One day I kept count of how many times the lecturer referred to his own book and mentioned MySpace, blogs and "the web". He likes to call it "the Web", you see. Makes him feel trendy and down with the kids. He's not. At all.

Uni, if you gave me entertaining lecturers, I wouldn't resort to drawing caterpillars and practicing my signature. That's all I'm saying.

I'm crossing everything that I manage to pass this. I might walk in with my arms crossed, legs crossed, fingers crossed, legs crossed and wait to be led out of the room and asked to go join the circus with my excellent contortionist skills.

And once all of this is over, which won't be a moment too soon, I'm going to have to get myself gathered together for lift off. On Tuesday, I'm off to America for 12 weeks of fun and frolics.

My tiny, lazy brain can't quite cope with it all. It's all quite exciting, though. As the beautiful Miss Penny Lane would say... It's all happening.