You're So Wain.

I have been a very poorly bunny. Some disgusting tummy bug attacked me yesterday and it was horrible. Today, although I don't look like Kate Moss, I feel more alive. Which is nice.

We have our WONDERFUL friend with us at the moment, Hanna Banana Cherry Pop. We miss her being our house mate SO much so it is really lovely to just have her around again.

Why have I never listened to Regina Spektor before?! I really really love her today.

Congratulations to Caroline Peppin! She has worked very hard and got herself a place on a VERY wonderful internship for BT! Clap Clap Clap to her!

Without You.

Philosophy and Spirituality is the name of one of my modules at the moment.

The lecturer talked about how everyone is always modelling themselves according to some template or a certain image.

You spend your whole life cultivating yourself around a model of certain exemplars.

I have a horrible feeling that he was quite right.

Park Life.

1. I really miss talking in a Cockney accent.

2. The 'Roxanne' dance in Moulin Rouge is my favourite.

3. Going on spontaneous nights out is wonderful but it can leave you feeling very under-dressed\make-upped.

4. Some plays are infintely better than others. Ghost Boy is one of them.

5. There are plenty of idiots in Liverpool.

6. It is very easy to forget you have lectures when they are moved.

7. Drinking can make you feel poorly.

8. New friends are fun because they don't expect anything from you, you don't have a role to play or any expectations to meet.

9. Drinking on an empty stomach can make you feel very poorly indeed.

10. I love Lady Gaga.

For Blue Skies.

A completely blue sky. Not touched or ruined by aeroplanes.

It was absolutely beautiful...

(until I turned around to see a big fat plane messing up the sky behind me... it was good while it lasted!).

"well written and eloquent". First dissertation feedback. YES! Acting like an angry, stressed out social recluse for the vast majority of my Easter holidays has paid off. Well, hopefully anyway.

ROB ROB ROB.

Proof that I might be the only person in the world who likes recorded music than live music. I don't like hearing their imperfections, their subtle changes of melody and the screaming ladies.

I just like singing like a twat at a loud volume, repeatedly, to the same song all day.

Volcanic ash means my Easter has been extended by a week. I'm finally enjoying it.

No air.

http://www.postpals.co.uk/

DEFINITELY worth a look at. It's so easy to get caught up in our own lives and drama and talk about sickness and suffering in dissertations as if it hardly exists. Websites and children like this make you realise just how real it is. This weekend I will definitely be writing to someone.

Tonight is Caroline's 21st birthday party. BRING ON THE PRAWNS!

Strange and beautiful.

Wow. Life has been pretty busy. It can leave you feeling a bit lost but the Easter break has really helped.

Seeing friends has been difficult and a bit sporadic but seeing them, especially the best ones and the eldest one, has been like putting on a big blanket that's good for the soul. I saw my very best friend this holiday for the first time in six months and she made me feel like me again.

Friends like that can remind you of who you are. They take away the horrible bits that other people and situations may have caused you to add and they embrace the new bits of you that you may have found and they just remind you of who you were and who you are and I am utterly in love with friends like these.

Thanks friends who are wonderful.

swoon.

My head is so full of dissertation. Mainly because I have yet to put any words on paper.

6 weeks to go, word count still stands at 0/10000.

And so videos like this are all my little head can think about it.

They keep me calm and encourage me to continue with an air of elegance and grace.

Ha.

sneezes.

Oh I'm sorry Blog, I didn't mean that.

You aren't always shit, you are a wonderful means of self expression and creativity of which I am very grateful.

I never decorate you, I never gave you an aim or purpose and I sporadically update when I need to indulge in some random thought.

But I love my Blog. I love being able to write and write and write about whatever in the whole wide world I want (well, almost... see previous blog...).

This was particularly purposeless.

But I have just watched 3 episodes of "The Long Way Round" and I just love it and Ewan McGregor. Yummy yummy Ewan.

Non, je ne regrette rien!

Blogs are shit.

You can only say nice things about people.

It's very difficult to be honest because you have to compromise. You have to compromise between the fact that you want people to read your blog and your undying need to be the bitch queen from hell.

And so quite often, I will write something out. Often without names or anything very specific, and then it swiftly gets deleted for fear of upset.

I think this blog would read very differently if I was harsh and honest.

A very crucial and much needed exercise in self control?