Feeling a bit....out of control....at the moment. I know why, but I don't know what to do about it. It keeps wearing off so it's not in the "Urgent. Must do something about this now" category, just in the "Um...deal with" one ( Read more... )

Flat stuff has exploded. I have to move out. It's also illegal ( Read more... )

My dream people have more fun than I do. Even when it's me in the dream. This is slightly distressing. I wake up and want to go back to sleep not just because I'm lazy and hate getting up, but because I want to keep dreaming because it's more fun than being awake.

Flatmate is pissing me off. I may also be suffering the ravages of PMT.

Things of note ( Read more... )

I currently have two crushes. I am such a kid. I haven't felt this chirpy in a long time, despite term having started and me having morning classes ( Read more... )

Off to a conference this weekend, then it's Freshers' Week. Bloody freshers. I might go home for half of it, because I need more shoes and I have some there. Shoes. I do like shoes. I got new ones for salsa dancing and they are lovely. Nice leather, high but not spiky, pointy but not excessively so. Very nice. I discovered some new leg ( Read more... )

Possibly being hungover before going for my first ever smear test (too much information? Why yes!) was a bad idea, but it really wasn't as bad as I'd thought. It probably helped that I was blatantly almost in tears about it all. Now I feel distinctly smug and proud of myself. It did hurt a little bit though ( Read more... )

My thumb is still shedding dead skin. Did I mention that? It was slightly infected, so I microtaped a clearasil-soaked cotton wool ball to it overnight. While it did successfully clear the goo, it also successfully kill my skin. I woke up with my thumb blue, unsurprisingly, and under the blue was a layer of white a couple of millimetres thick ( Read more... )

Yesterday, despite a relatively early bedtime, I did not get up until almost 5. Today, after a late bedtime and tossing and turning for a while, I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 7. Not literally bright-eyed, for the record, because I was excessively dehydrated and can never focus first thing in the morning anyway. But that's not the point ( Read more... )

THE BAD THINGS IN LIFE ( Read more... )