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This is my new piercing. I love it lots and lots. It doesn't hurt, which is nice. And it didn't even hurt (really) when I had it done. It sort of happened accidentally; I went to uni on Monday to hand in an essay, and I ended up staying the night, and I went into town the next day and had it done. It was sooo nice to see my housemates again after the Christmas break. I'm really excited to get back now, even though that means cramming and exams. Because I ♥ them and they are lovely :) It hurts a little bit now though, because I just cleaned it and rotated it and stuff. I wrote that first bit at 7pm on Wednesday. It's now 2:11am on Thursday. Did you know that the bees we have in our country now aren't native to britain? They died out during WW1. Or maybe WW2. Anway, they died, so the government had loads imported from brazil and europe and all over really. So now I don't mind so much that the bees are dying out. Not because I'm a bee racist, but because if it's happened once, then we can just get more again like last time. I don't want to have to work in the morning, but I really need the money. Sob. I have done a little bit of revision tonight at least. Which is better than nothing. I might take some uni work in to work tomorrow in case my boss leaves and I can get some done. I'm sure it must be worth just taking it, in case. I really like Paul Frank tee shirts and Swatch watches. I got bored today while I was photographing things for my job, so I ended up photographing myself. So I have more pictures from today:
The photo is a bit blurred because it wasn't light, but I don't like to use flash, and I couldn't hold the camera very still with only one hand.
It's a little confusing that the little blinking cursor symbol has disappeared, so I can't tell where I'm going to type until the words appear, but I think I'm coping well in the face of such bewilderment.
I'm watching QI. I really love QI. Every now and then, something really posh from Stephen's childhood (he went to private school) somehow makes its way into conversation, and the panelists rip him to shreds. It's so funny. Especially if Bill Bailey or Phil Jupitus are on; they do awfully good toff impressions. It usually ends up with everyone dissolving in laughter, and Stephen going 'Oh you beasts' very camply. It's marvellous. I'm feeling so much better for having had a little zuzz earlier. Sleep is a wonderful thing. Especially napping. But I'm also happy because I finally learned how to print screen on my mac. Although, finally isn't really the right word to use because I've never actually tried to find out before. But I have always wondered.
I think I might try and nod off now, because it's got to 2:22, and I can't let it get to 3am before I start settling down, not again. I'm in such bad sleeping habits.