This is my hundredth post. Ha. Imagine that. Mind you, it's two years, I think. Or three. I haven't kept a close count. I had an exam today. It wasn't the worst of exams, but it was a little harder than I was expecting. No. That isn't true. It was just the parts I anticipated to be difficult were less so, and the easier parts were more difficult than I expected.

Last night I ate the most delicious noodles I've ever eaten. With my new chopsticks It made me really happy to eat them without a fork, like everyone else did. And they do make you feel really elegant and sophisticated.

I'm taking a break from revision (I have another exam on Thursday) and watching Oz and James Drink to Britain on bbciplayer. It's very relaxing and soothing. Although it's nearly over, and then that means I should go back to work, but I don't want to. I'm learning about perception. It could be worse.
My housemate is driving me crazy. She's never here, so it could be worse, but it's just when she is - jesus! It's horrific. She's fake and all smiley and disgusting, even though she owes everyone loads of money for things like gas and electric and phone bills. I might murder her. It would mean we'd never get the money, but I think it would please everyone. They'd be happy to take one for the team in a monetary sense, I'm sure.

I hate how whenever you have money, and want to buy things, there's never anything you want. Or that's how it works with me anyway. I think the trick is to buy everything you like, and then eventually your money will catch up with your debt, and then you'll have lots of pretty things :)
I need to buy some more liquid eyeliner, and I feel like some new hairslides of some sort. And I need to vacuum the house, because it's getting a bit gross. Like, not awful, but just lots of bits all over the carpets and it looks untidy and makes me feel a little bit stressed out. But I cleaned the kitchen today so that made me feel better.

........ I'm writing this hours later. at 3.04am. Oh lord. Boys confuse me. I think I like this guy who lives far away. Another country far. But we'll see. Oh the welcoming arms of confusion.