overblog?

I think I go through phases of blogging. You can definitely underblog, but can you overblog? I keep meaning to watch skins from Thursday, but it seems like a lot of effort.
I convinced my housemate to buy his mum a mother's day card today. It felt like a tiny little good deed.
I'm completely addicted to My So Called Life. I'm at the end of the first season now. The new English teacher played Terence, the President's brother in Prison Break. I think, anyway. It's a little while since I've seen Prison Break. Also, I'm not watching it right now, so I can't say for sure that that's the case. But I'm pretty certain.

I'm watching this crazy program on bbciplayer about these 18 girls from Boston who made a pact to get pregnant. I'm not sure whether this was reported much in the news, or whether it's just a symptom of the uni bubble I sometimes end up in.

Well, when I wrote this it was Saturday afternoon. Now it's Monday evening. We had such a lovely time over the weekend. I must sound like I have no life, because whenever I blog, I'm watching something on the internet. But I really don't spend all of my time watching tv.
Though, for now, I am watching Marie Antoinette. I love this film so much. Every scene is like a piece of art. Sofia Coppola is so talented. And I pretty much obsess over any film Kirsten Dunst is in. So it's the perfect film for me.

I've said hardly any words today. I said hello to my housemate, and I said to another 'yeah, fine', and to another 'no, she's not funny'. That's a pretty quiet day for me.
I skipped lecture to go for a walk through this woodland path where there are so many daffodils :) Then it winds up through the university gardens and you can see the main building, which is a 19th century beauty. Really quite something. Then I went wandering through the streets listening to my iPod. It was playing a playlist that the Genius tool created. I really do like that function of iTunes. The song I gave it was Good Arms vs Bad Arms by Frightened Rabbit, and it put all sorts of really lovely songs together; some Bon Iver, some Fleet Foxes, Animal Collective, Grizzly Bear, The Most Serene Republic, that sort of thing. It was lovely to walk to on a sunny, windy day.

Then I walked to a few streets behind my house, where there's a beautiful church, with a small garden, and opposite it, a smallish tussocky hill. The path winds up and round, and when you get to the top you can see the sea, and a large island a few miles away. I have to admit to taking rather alot of photos, although most of them weren't of myself. Someone had had a barbecue on the top, and had left bottles and cans and charcoal, but I didn't mind, it made me feel nice actually (usually I'm a bit of an environent nazi) because it made me feel like that spot was a place where nice, fun things happen. It gave it a nice energy. Or something less hippy-y.
Anyway, it was lovely. I might add to this later. Actually I'm certain I will. But for now, post!