Smells good.

Recently, I find myself very very very sensitive to smells. At the moment.. my sitting room smells like freaking delicious Bak Kut Teh brewing in the slow cooker. My room smells like me when I wake up.. and my towel smells like the Mango and Macadamia shower thing i use, my clothes smell like a hotle. Like how I like it.

Then there is the smell that people have.. I've been strangely able to pick them up from very very far away.. the person that i'm tripping over wears a scent that wrecks my brain (pray we never sit near in lectures ever).. good friends exude a homely smell worthy of trust, and of course.. the nasty people have tingy pang that can put you off instantly. Strange.

Things have been good superficially.. But there isn't a reason to stop listening to the music just because it'll end. Exams in about a month's time. not looking forward to that.. Looking forward to going back to plymouth to see my mum and my mates. And of course.. the break from uni, and also.. break from someone. Argh. annoyance to the max! : (

I haven't been caving in a bloody MONTH! that is aaamazing. it is the longest I haven't been caving! How hilarious is that. I just haven't got the money, time, nor arse to go! : ( I should try to make an effort pretty soon, otherwise i'm going to loose it!!!!

My bike rules.. but riding it on the highest gear possible (to get maximum exercise everyday) just wears my legs out! Its begginning to feel less strenous, buts its only 6pm, and i'm sitting here maimed from being tired. Not such a good idea isn't it.

Lots of school work to do. Trying to get my mind off negativity. Boohoo.

headache.

about something strange.

neck hurts = headache.

Its the right thing to do?

BBC is tearing Blair apart now on teevee, and its great. I hate liars who do evil in the name of religion.

We should just put bullets into these people's heads. What irony.

I've fallen in love with sufjan stevens, doris lessing and elizabeth gaskell, and that is bad news when i've got so much more work to do. : (

Someone is calling me, and I can't be arsed going upstairs to see who it is.

Its been a not-really-birthday-archetype-birthday kind of birthday. If you know what I mean. Because I don't, really.