Over the past few months i've had a string of numbers stuck in my head, 64838221 sometimes 848 instead. I don't know why but they won't vacate my mind.
I've finnished and handed in my completed Exchange Application for next year. We shall wait and see if I get to study for the year at Leeds in England. Everyoneis so psyched about me going I don't know what will happen if I don't get to go.
I'm waiting rather impatiently to get my marks back from last term. My fucking school won't release them yet.
I'm gong to quit my job this weekend. It is time, I'm really not cut out for this type of retail. Maybe in the little gallery shop I dream of having in my head but not in a Fat womens clothing store in a mall. Plus the year is almost over and I haven't achieved any of the goals I had planned for.
Am reading a fab book that should be pared with
starrigan's wonderful Devlin books. "Arthur and George" by Julian Barnes. It's part of my Anything Stephen Fry Recommends (within reason) Book List that I'm working on. Ian Flemming's Bond books are next with a distant 3rd being the glories of Jeeves and Wooster.
I am still searching for The West Wing downloads, preferably the end of the first season and the 2nd since that's where the trail went cold on my searches. ANy help would be appreciated.
'm sorry I've neglected you but I simply haven't been able to write anything for the past little while. I still can't really considering the stilted nature of this post. It is rather condensed isn't it.
love,
mary