boys will be boys
this afternoon i noticed Chris had a scratch on his eyelid. how on earth did he manage that? there was another one on his inner arm. last night while he was out with the American football lads, a few of them thought it would be bright idea to climb up (despite the signs warning against this) and roll down Clifford's Tower. i got meself a clever man, kids, it's true. the thing is surrounded by a bit of sidewalk, then tarmac. they did this twice. in their new jerseys.
ahaha. i luff him.
we spent a few hours lazing around in bed this afternoon. it was all warm and cosy, and though i wanted to stone the geese, i couldn't be bothered to get out of bed. i hate procedural essays because it's so easy to convince yourself that working isn't crucial. an essay that's worth zero marks, or time with your boyfriend? not exactly a tough decision, no matter what your conscience tells you.
Mark was just in here, visiting for a bit. he felt like socializing and picked me as his "victim". we spoke of engineering and Hawaii and post-graduate degrees. i can't believe i'm starting to forget some of the prized Novak stories. although it'd be scary for mankind, i think the two would get along famously! love both of them to bits.
the weather is getting nice here. still greyish, but warmer. you can walk about (without looking like a prat) in only sweaters now and be okay. as much as i'd like it for winter to last forever, some warmer temperatures wouldn't go amiss.