We still don't have a house but we're hoping that the fit man will let us have the house we really really want.
My friend is really depressed and I don't know what to do.
Another friend has just moved in with us (the seven who lived here previously), and now I'm not sure how much I like her anymore.
I have a t-shirt for Carnage.
It's cold as fuck, and because I'm at the coast as I type, there isn't even any snow to show for it, so we're all suffering for nothing.
Today I was pleased because I found a really good article to give to my project supervisor. And I had a language lecture that I really love.
I'm listening to Animal Collective's Merriweather Post Pavilion and it's amazing. But I shouldn't have expected anything less. I still have a new Sigur Rós album to listen to, and something by someone I've never heard of but am excited about.
I bought them the other day, along with a new dress, new earrings shaped like stars, pink nail varnish, some Paul Smith perfume, a clutch bag, a bra. The clutch and bra were both in the sale which was nice. And the perfume is really pretty.
I'm not sure why I read some of the blogs that I do, because I really hate some of the people who write them. Or at least, I hate what they write.
I can't quite believe how fast the internet is being; the post office is obviously feeling very generous this evening.
I really love disneykid1. He's a proper cutie. Bless :)
I completely effing love Pass that Dutch by Missy Elliott. Proper tune.

Ok, so I'm editing this now. Because I want to write more. Also, it didn't really go anywhere.
I have a bruise on my back, and a cut in the middle of the bruise, because I fell on to a telephone socket when my housemate was trying to wrestle me.
I feel a bit shit, because yesterday I felt horrible and ended up cutting the top of my arm. It's not a big deal, it's just a bit stupid really. I might do some yoga soon. But it's very cold. And even though it would warm me up, it makes me reluctant to leave the duvet.
Oh. Every time I come back to this open window, I feel more and more terrible. So I'll have to levae it here before my computer becomes terminally depressed.