I am in the library (aka as my second home at the moment.)

My hands are seriously cold as well. Why we need air conditioning in the middle of winter is beyond me, but thats beaucracy for you. So i am sitting here in a punk t shirt, torn jeans a bit chunky scarf and my red hat. I thought that the coat might be over-doing it a bit.

At the moment, I offically don't have a life. I haven't had a night out since monday and I'm already feeling the pinch.It's quite sad that I need other people/drink/music for entertainment and can't just sit and watch TV.

I have basketball training tonight which I normally like. It involves running around like crazy for half an hour, learning some moves to use in a game, (which I forget the moment that we start playing and instead run around screaming "I'm free!pass to meeeeeeeee!!") and shooting the hoop (which I miss despite being 10 feet taller than other girls.)However, I always feel better after and it's justification for eating enough chocolate to feed the Vicar of Dibly.

I'm not going tonight because I have a bad cold ( proberely result of the bloody air conditioning) and instead are going to mope about in my room still eating enough chocolate to feed the Vicar of Dibly but without the justification.

On other exciting news, The Byron essay is nearly done. I'm now over my word count and the entire thing is rubbish but it's still nearly done!
I was aiming on getting a 1st degree but highly doubt it now. I have put too much pressure on myself to have this perfect life. It's like a checklist in my head that I will never manage to complete.

Instead, I walk along in a bit of a daydream.