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I don't really know what to do with myself. I could perhaps do some work, but it's gone seven and I know it's gone seven so if I start trying to do something now I won't get anywhere. I've discovered what my problem with critical theory essays is; I get so bored so quickly that I'll go off into a daydream every few paragraphs and suddenly realise that I'm staring at the wall or out of the window but NOT reading my book.
I don't know what happened, I used to be such a good student XD
Steph's boyfriend is visiting her tonight, outwardly I'm all "yay for you" but inside I'm very much "IT'S NOT FAIR *stabs*" He lives half an hour away. This, in my opinion, is a great injustice. I WANT ANTON. WAAAH. But I have coach tickets for next month (because with funfares it was £5 return on the coaches so I can stick the extra journey time!) and in 27 days time I will be there so it's ok. Except when it isn't.
Could write, but I'm not sure I'm in the mood. Am a bit fed up of the computer. Knitting perhaps, I've still not done Meg's birthday present and it's now months overdue D:
Ohhhh I don't knooooooow. I want to write a letter but it's not my turn. I should give my original fiction stuff a kicking to get it into some sort of shape (plus more than a couple of pages long). Right, I'll go and do that then.