I'm watching My So Called Life on youtube. I'm pretty impressed I found it. I'm also eating toast with pâte. And I'm drinking coffee. I'm trying to stay awake for the evening so that I'm tired at about 1 or 2, so I can sleep like a normal person for once, instead of at 6 or 7.
Coffee tastes like sin when it's cold. You should probably drink it while it's almost too painful to swallow. That's the best way.
St Patrick's Day. Lots of people dressed in green. The weather was beautiful. Everyone was walking around in flipflops and vests. They were wearing other things as well. I was dying to go to the beach, but in the end it got quite late, and then nobody wanted to have a beach fire so we ended up not going. I hate days like that.
There's this girl in my lectures who always comes in late, and her hair is always wet. I always think it must be nice for her when it rains in the morning, because then everybody has wet hair and nobody can tell the difference. I think she's brave, sort of, because I wouldn't have a shower if it meant I had to walk in to college with soaking wet hair. I'd just spray dry shampoo in it and backcomb it a bit. Or just generally scrag it around so it looked messy but not greasy. I think that might make me gross?
I should let my hair dry naturally more often. I actually like it better that way, it just takes longer. I might start getting up earlier so I can let it do that.

I love this photo so much. I found it on a blog full of photos. I think it was called funeral something. There was a heart next to it. I think they look really nice. I love the way she's standing. And her turned out arm. But they don't seem matched. I don't know.

It might be nice to have a routine like that in the morning. Sitting in bed with the news and coffee while my hair slowly dries. Nicer than my current one anyway. It isn't exactly rushed, usually. It's just very.... efficient.
I like Alan Bennet quite alot. I've been to four funerals. I wonder if that's alot. Three were funerals of the older people though. So maybe that doesn't make it horrific.
The worst thing that happened to me today was that I stood in juice from the bin. My housemate was taking it out and it kept bashing against the counter as we tried to clumsily and inexpertly scrape the crumbs and gross bits off the counter in to it. And I didn't notice it had dripped on the floor. And I was only wearing tights, so I have rubbish juice all over my feet. The thought makes me feel a bit sick.
I think I might be really judgemental. I mean, I know I am. But I'm worried that I dismiss people as being too simple and generic and dull. Not that simple = generic and dull (I think it's worrying that I associate the two, as if not being complicated is a bad thing. Or is anyone uncomplicated? I can't even tell). Like my friend; her and her boyfriend are really loved up, an they've been together for an age, since before I knew her. And I always just dismiss them as dull and boring and steady and together, because of the length of their relationship (apart from that, I put both of them down separately, I think, which is so so wrong). But I forget, sometimes, that they're real people and their relationship has real issues in it. Today she's cross with him because he got weird on her for no reason. And I sort of thought, wow, they're not set in stone. And I make it pretty clear that I don't entertain the idea they'll break up, but I wonder if that's annoying to them. I can't tell. I think I find it really really hard to tell how similar the thoughts of others are to mine. Maybe I have a poor Theory of Mind. Anyway, it just struck me today how I shouldn't view everyone else in the way that I do. God, I have no idea how to understand myself.

I think the best thing about today has been getting a letter this morning. I really love post. It cheers me up alot. I like sending it, receiving it, creating it, seeing other peoples'. It came all the way from Botswana. I like to think it smelled exotic. It had the feather of a guineafowl in. It's spotty and the softest feather I've ever seen. /touched, I suppose. Oh! Another lovely thing that happened was making a banner for my housemate coming home. He'd been at his mum's for a long weekend and it said: Welcome Home Craig!!! In rainbow letters. It wasn't amazing; just felt tip writing on lots of A4 paper. But I like to think it made him happy. It made me feel nice to make it anyway.

I can't remember if I saw this photo as a polaroid or made it into one. Colour is alive.

I also really loved making Toby an origami crane from a leaflet about cheap deals at a bar that was in our lecture theatre. It made him grin. I definitely won the 'who can make the best present' game.
Again, I don't see where this is going. I'm not great at rounding off I suppose. Maybe I should end with a thought for the day or something.
Ok.... thought for the day.... if you're a girl, don't pull the puppy dog eyes on a guy, just because you can, and just because you have no real wit, intelligence, or arguing skills with which to persuade. Puppy dog eyes are lame. And if you're a guy, you shouldn't take it. Whatever.
Over and out.