Vegetables are bad for you. I know.

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I was in my room listening to music with Rob tonight when I decided I was hungry, so I decided to eat my tin of baby carrots. Not having a tin opener I did my usual thing of stabbing the top of the can with a knife and cutting the top out. Except this time I stabbled through my hand. Luckily it was the fleshy part between my thumb and index finger, so I didn't hit a nerve or stab through the main part of my hand, but yes... Blood everywhere. I started crying through the sher shock of it, but it was actually pretty funny. Steven, Rob and I went to the Accident and Emergency in Hanley. The lady at the reception area was funny too; she asked my name, postcode, telephone number and then "are you single?". I said, "huh? this isn't myspace!" which probably fell on deaf ears. What a stupid question to ask someone so early on in filling out a hospital form! After about two hours of waiting (it was three thirty in the morning by this time) a rather uncaring young nurse stuck a plaster on my hand and walked off. So I figured that it was my cue to leave. The cut was still bleeding and they gave me a plaster! I have plasters at home. Couldn't complain too much though, as it was my own fault.

I watched 'Buzzcocks as my mum uploaded it for me. John Barrowman is hot in an 'oh of course he is' American way, although his grin/laugh is a bit scary. I didn't realise he was gay! Robin Ince was on it too. Robin!! He didn't say much which means that there is obviously a plot to downplay his greatness in the media so only the coolest of the cool (me) get to see his shows. But yes; Robin!

My essay is not done and it should be finished by lunchtime tomorrow afternoon. Fuck. I should have gotten a doctors note. Oh well; LONDON IN TWELVE HOURS!