God, could I be any more hormonal and pathetic right now? If I could, it would probably because the entire world had actually ended.

It's been a weird week. It involved being dumped (albeit from a pseudo-relationship), coffee, a shitty essay, a private seminar, buses, Burger King (for my sins - TWICE), crying, Benjamin Zephaniah, shopping therapy, ( Read more... )

No more Boy... My world is a little less sexy and beautifully athletic.

Meh. I'll think of a way to make it better.

I really need to stop buying shoes. I bought the pornographic red shoes two days ago, and just blew another small fortune on some more dance shoes. I MUST STOP NOW ( Read more... )

Just attempted to call the Boy, who is in Amsterdam and managed to say "This call is going to eat my credit, it'll probably only last, like, two seconds more--" And was promptly cut off. Dammit. Still, it was nice to hear his voice for those sixteen words. Proof, if ever there was any, that I am pathetic. But I don't care, he's Pretty.

After that ( Read more... )

Things I would like ( Read more... )

Househunting is really dull... I have to find both a new house and new housemates for next year, and it's never as simple as you think it will be. Still, progress is slowly but surely being made. Hurrah for the hassle ( Read more... )

But I am. Only just. All of my muscles hurt, as I started dancing at 5pm, and didn't really stop for any significant amount of time until I left the club, which was at about... 1am. It's now nearly half two in the morning and for some reason I thought that updating LJ was a better idea than sleeping.

That, and Hayley is online but not at her ( Read more... )

Am so full of greasy gross takeaway. Massive chicken burger and chips, and mayonnaise. Yummmm. But also now a bit ewww.

So tired. Impromptu visit to the Boy's last night led to Not Much Sleep one way or another, so was all tired and grumpy this morning. Spent small amount of time trying to relocate brain from the chaos which purports to be my room ( Read more... )

OH MY GOD I SUDDENLY WANT IT TO BE SUMMER SO BADLY ( Read more... )

I have the Boy's plague. He's not even in Brighton for me to go and say "AAAAAARGH CONFOUND YOU AND YOUR PLAGUE GIVING." Damn his (pretty) eyes.

Serves me right, though, for throwing my caution to the wind and rushing off to see him despite listening to him coughing down the phone, saying "Yeah... I'm still quite ill, but I'm better enough to see ( Read more... )