Today has been interesting. I've randomly befriended a few people, and discovered quite possibly THE most captivating, can't-stop-reading journal on here ever.
I've done very little in the way of work, but I was expecting that anyway; I think I have essays to write but they can wait. I'm planning on getting up early tomorrow. It's nice to dream silly things like that. I've got two lots of notes on something I was relatively sure I understood. Now I'm not so sure, which is brilliant. This is what I want to do at university...?

Rory has cut her hair. I am actually begging her to let me see a picture/webcam/ANYTHING, but she is somewhat cruel and heartless (I love you) so is refusing. I might just go to her house in the middle of the night and...  wake her up in the creepiest way possible. Yeahh. That'll teach her. Or something; will plot devious such things later.

I have a new link also; letters to no-one ♥.
It's the best thing I've read all day. On a par with aforementioned awesomeness anyway. You should go and reeeead. Yeah, stop reading this drivel and go and do something constructive with your life you sadcase.

Why are you still here?!



So anyway.
I'm sure I had something vaguely interesting to write. I do this a lot.
I still haven't applied for Student Finance. *makes mental note*

Hey guess what...
The guy I was seeing is pissed off with me. Yeah I broke it off. No need to be immature. And I'm sorry if you're reading this but you know it's true. I did really want to stay friends but you're making it incredibly difficult.
My life is taking unexpected turns. I do wish it would stop.
The guy I spill my heart to on an all-too-regular basis still has a major impact on me and I really wish he didn't. It bugs me. He needs to decide who he is as well. He can't ignore me for the majority of my life and then go all mushy and 'I care so much, you know' when I seem to need it. Can he?
Hopeless crush seems to be fading. Which I suppose is a good thing, even if it means less in the way of psuedo-Leonardo DiCaprio dreams. It is weird waking up when you were sure you were in the middle of the Atlantic staring into the blue-tinged face of someone who definitely wasn't who you expected yourself to be dreaming about. The mind works in mysterious ways.

I almost can't wait to get back to school. Mostly to see how the rumour obsession of my favourite social bubble will develop in the last term.

I'm sick of the person an acquaintance of mine keeps suggesting. He couldn't be more two faced if he tried. And I thought he was alright, as down-the-roaders go, anyway. But no. And now I can't decide if my friend is just playing us off against each other for kicks (cue paranoia) or whether he is just exactly as weird as the two of them are making him out to be. Why are things never clear cut and simple?
Oh, irony, guess who just signed in. Heart boy.
I'm starting to like the nicknames.          ^
Naively I assumed that writing some of this confusion down might help it to make sense. I was wrong. Now I feel slightly more confused and... well, that's about it.
I think I should stop now.

I need to go and decide what I'm going to do with clinical and producer.
And I have this terrible crick in my neck.

Oh, and the fabric dye?
I blacked up my denim jacket. IT LOOKS PENG.