This is going to look a lot like a fake blog...

But it's not, I swear.

I just keep my diary on my pc, not on the internet.
So copying and pasting it is probably the easiest method!

Before we go waaaaaaaay back in time (all those eight months ago...)

I want to talk of today, aka: THE LONGEST DAY EVER.

Carnage was last night - that was crazy. Safe to say I didn't get to bed until 5am, and i had to share with a bloody friend no less.
Come 10:30, not even at the beginning of the lie-in I had been afforded by very understanding and sympathetic Summer Project Group members, ONE of them decides to phone me to double check when we are meeting later that day.
I would have been saved this unpleasantness if it wasn't for this certain group members 'alternative' outlook on life and a disdain (borderline scorn) for anything mainstream - in this case, Facebook - also known as The Main Method of Contact for My Summer Project Group.
Still, this wouldn't have been quite so bad had the same guy (let's call him Crazy Eyes) not heckled me and shouted in my face the night before about writing without his permission.
(not to mention stepping on my foot a hell of a lot).

Unable to get back to sleep thanks to an unquenchable thirst and piercing daylight practically disintegrating my curtains, i got up and stumbled round the house for a while checking out my 'hilarious' new 'tattoos' - curtosy of my coursemates and friends, such choice, comedic classics as 'I <3 Spurs'.

Eventually I stumbled into uni, cursing the absolutely lush weather for making an appearence on the one day i could not enjoy it, where we had a rather productive meeting, i neglect to mention, however, how i almost fell asleep every time my eyes closed.

Home time - i make myself a salad for tea (which was awful and no where near as good as i had imagined it would be - Nigella I ain't.) and think about bedtime, which im guessing would be in an hour or so...

Ah ah ah, not so fast.

Ever had that really annoying thing where you are SO tired that when you are actually able to sleep, you inexplicably CANNOT??!

I bet you can guess who has had that thing :|

Plus side however: I have written a large portion of a script we need for our summer project.
Down side, possibly: a violent reaction from Crazy Eyes when he learns I have *gasp* done some work.

Now, however, I shall retire to my bed.


Where, more than likely, i shall lie awake until dawn, at which point it will become inexplicably sunny again, and i shall die a slow and painful death.