Nurse's orders...

I didn't end up going to the doctors. One reason is because I think I'm getting better, the other is that I slept through the whole morning. I feel slightly guilty, but my theory is that my body obviously needed the rest.

Surprise, surprise, it's raining again. It's strange rain though - it looks more like snow. I like the dampness of the north, it's strangely refreshing. Yes, it makes my hair go frizzy, but we all have to make sacrifices.

So yes, onto today. I haven't done much, as you may be able to tell. Getting up in the early afternoon doesn't really allow for a productive day. I did, however, make a template for my Dad's blog. It's not all that amazing, but I like it. I just hope he does too. I keep getting an urge to turn this blog black and hot pink, but I would kick myself afterwards. Perhaps H.A.S.A.H can have a new look...

This post has been written to Tori Amos 'Wrong Band' and Smashing Pumpkins 'Bullet With Butterfly Wings'.

Repeat after me - 'it's only a flat'...

My life is strange at the moment. Just as things become more chilled in the flat, my health takes a bad turn.

Yesterday I nearly had a run in with Child Genius, but we're both a bit wired at the moment so we've put it down to hormones. She went through an emotional sticky patch yesterday and I can sympathise. It kind of turned into a female bonding session. Enigma has developed a new mantra, 'it's only a flat', which I completely agree with. So yesh, everything is quiet on the flatward front.

My throat, however, has decided to crash the happy love-filled party. It was so bad last night that I woke up thinking that I was going to vomit. To keep The Hair happy I went to the nurse's unit today, and she's given me a little help sheet on what to do when it feels like your throat is trying to crawl out of your mouth. I've also been given the number of a surgery in town, so if it's not better by tomorrow I have to call them. At least I can state that it was the nurse's orders.

Anyway, I have a room to tidy.

This post has been written to Tori Amos 'Silent All These Years', 'Cornflake Girl', 'Crucify', 'God' and 'Happy Phantom'.

A sore throat and Rotten Tomatoes...

And so you get the basic idea of what I'm feeling right now. I'm sitting in the library trying not to cough too much whilst reading what famous New Yorkers have to say about films. Why can't I just make my own mind up? I've seen the film, I've talked about it in seminars - I think I'm well informed enough to form my own opinion.

I hate this monitor. The screen is too big and the letters are huge. I feel as though everyone around me can see what I'm typing. I much prefer the computers in the group room - fine, the keyboards are too noisy but at least they maintain a certain amount of privacy.

Part of me is also feeling remotely guilty for a comment I made a few weeks ago concerning a friend. She told me that one of her boyfriend's acquaintances is beautiful to the extent that she has professional photography done. When he claimed that his girlfriend was more beautiful than this model-like charmer, I stated that it's at times like that that you know they're lying. Now I think she's annoyed with me. But I've been thinking about it, and I know it's right. No matter how gorgeous you are or you think you are, there is always someone who has something you haven't. Someone whose body curves are more pleasing on the eye. Someone whose hair bounces more when they walk, or sways more in the wind. Someone whose skin glows more. Someone whose eyes are brighter. Even if those who love you can't see it, you always can. I don't think I did anything wrong in making the comment, as it's always true. That's why so many women hate actresses...

Ha ha! Victory for Starla!

I've just discovered how to get rid of those awful promotional comments. I'm feeling extremely smug at my new weapon in fighting spam!

Yet another revival...

I've been a bad Blogger again. It's been so difficult to keep on top of all things internet over the summer seeing as I've had to share a connection. To top that, the computer at home suffers from serious bouts of PMT, so it's a miracle if you manage to load up a webpage.

Well, back to business. I'm a few weeks into my second year at university, and already my room looks like a bombsite. I do try, but clothes are evil, evil I say! The Hair has been getting a bit agitated by it, but he seems to be calming down a lot more now.

I've moved into my lovely new flat with Princess, Child-Genius and Engima. Our fifth housemate decided not to turn up, which was lovely. She hasn't even had the courage to contact us as to why she isn't coming back. Some people are so impolite...

Things with The Hair are going well. It's so nice to be back at university - we have the freedom and the means to see each other whenever we want. It's not as easy as it was last year, but our houses are within walking distance of each other so it's not all that bad.

The only downside to university at the moment is that the freshers haven't got freshers' flu - they've decided to give it to the second years instead. Deep joy. In week one, Engima was practically bed bound. Not pleasant at all. The Hair also had his first alcohol-fuelled throwing up session of the year, so I'm glad that's out of the way. Just a shame that it took place in my sink. Again, not pleasant. So in all, a rather unpleasant start to the year germ/vomit wise.