i've only got a minute before i have to go, a minute is all my life will ever allow

I'd forgotten that truly charming fact about university: you don't have time for anything. If you work, you have to really push yourself to make time to socialise. If you do that, then you have to push yourself to keep up with all the other little things in life, like speaking to old friends, housework, Facebook, etc. Which means that this blog reguarly goes to the bottom of my to-do list. Ho hum.

Looking at my last posts, they're all pretty Nick-centric. Well, we're doing all right. We're friendlier now, and we're doing okay out of it. Still a little awkward, but we're coping. I told Kate about Jenny's mate who came over and ended up getting a little gropey (not in a bad way, but just kinda letting me know he was interested), and she referenced it in front of Nick. That made things weird for a while, but if he thinks I'm going off the market, it might spur him into laying his cards on the table. Although it's monumentally hypocritical of me to expect him to do that, since I never would. In many ways, I think we're both too protective of our own interests to get together properly, since that requires a degree of vulnerability that neither of us wants to surrender.

Oh well. But the point is that's not taking up too much of my time at the moment.



It's been a crazy busy week. Loads of Latin to translate, having to drag myself to Greek with the utter fuckwit (he thought we wouldn't know the word 'prey' because it's old-fashioned. Dude, we're Classicists. We deal in old-fashioned. Although I did get 97% in my test, so I can't complain, really), going out for a Chinese with Classics mates, movie with the guys, Evolve last night with the girls, seeing Annie at the Duck tonight, 'Bows tomorrow...how the hell do I still have money? Although I probably should lay off the booze: last night ended with me making out with a stranger in a taxi whilst three other people got to watch. Fuckin' hell. I need some self-control. I can't even remember what he looked like - that's bad. At least it didn't go anywhere worse, otherwise I'd be slitting my wrists right now.

Went to London for Dad's birthday, and was able to spend several hours in Camden. I bought a couple of new shirts, and then came home and ordered an Alice in Chains shirt. Whoops. But seriously, what else was my student loan going to go on? I have enough booze to sink a ship at the moment.



I'm currently work-obsessed, as I always am at university, but I'm managing to read. Admittedly only Margaret Atwood, and I've read it a lot before, but last year I could barely read a book without feeling like I should be doing something Classical. However, I did find out that my Greek Tragedy essay that was, in my own mind, a clusterfuck, got an 89. That's like, publishable. WIN. And my Origins of the Modern Novel essay got an 81, as well as the discovery that Monica and I went to the same sixth form. Um...win? However, now some of my flatmates won't talk to me about their essays, because I'm such a high-achieving bitch. I should also insert the adjective'unapologetic' into that sentence. It's ridiculous though: they've got an essay in week 4 which they're not working for, and I'm killing myself translating Suetonius and Apuleius, reading ancient Greek novels and starting to research Horace for my week 7 essay.

I have a new obsession musically: Chew Lips. Like Crystal Castles meets the Sohodolls. Rather like it, and the lead singer is FINE. Seriously. Other than that, I've been rocking the old-school Alice in Chains and Ani DiFranco, with a side order of Mark Lanegan. I'm feeling 90s and I like it.