Oh, it is all just fluctuating too much at the moment. Stern frightening bouts of self-discipline and then days of flopping like a rag doll, letting myself be slack-jawed. My brain is turning to mush, it's like it is saturated with sugar. And nice things.
Grrr.
I finally watched Donnie Darko. It was good, and strange, and confusing, but it made more sense to me than I thought it would. I also got a bit further with Gormenghast, the later episodes of which I am so looking forward to watching since
youwillburn informed me of the Finn/Bernard lookalike, Andrew N. Robertson.
This weekend my uncle is getting married to a Russian girl. We have never met her. it seems like they are rushing the wedding through so that she can stay in the country, because her visa is about to run out. My mum is not happy.
So I have two coursework essays to write by Sunday. I read some of The Bell Jar today for this reason. I am feeling very feminist at the moment (as well as simple).