Work work work...
Got up at quarter to seven this morning to do work - was in Caffe Nero by eight with my Italian grammar. Just went to the library and got out various books related to French politics and culture... Didn't watch where I was going so marched headfirst into a very tall guy who turned out to be Jack Sparrow Dude, doh. I'm now allegedly sitting on my bed reading about multi ethnic France. It's not as interesting as it sounds.
I want to hula hoop 
I'm not allowed unless nobody else is in the house or I get permission when nobody is revising. The reason: to weigh it down, the hula hoop is filled with beans that make a hell of a racket. Drives everyone mad. The reason I want to hula hoop is that I'm determined to keep up with my diet and exercise plan. I'm keeping to less than 1500 calories a day and doing something physical each day too. Lots of situps have been happening, and lots of hula hooping of course. Instead of chocolate, I've been wolfing down Special K bars, which seems to have really helped. I've already lost two pounds, yay! Absolutely determined to have a flat stomach by Greenfield - and be able to wear my size 10 jeans without overspill. It happened last term, it can happen this term!
In a bit of a sulk with J at the moment. For the past three days I think she's been sulking at me, so I'm sulking back. Every time I've talked to her, she's either snapped at me, ignored me, or shot me down with a sarcastic comment. She totally kicked off yesterday - while she was watching Home and Away, I made an offhand comment about how I'd rather have to worry about getting eaten by a shark than worry about doing exams. She started going on at me about how stupid I was to think that, how I'd rather people died than do a couple of measly exams... she's the one who's spent the past three weeks stressing so much she's probably given herself an aneurysm! Grr. I'd talk to her about it, find out what's wrong, but she'd probably eat my head or something. She's all sweetness and light with the others, especially JH. In fact, she was laughing so much the other night that she actually woke me up (a very difficult thing once I've hit REM sleep).
Speaking of sleep, really bizarre dream last night. Me, my aunty, and my two cousins got sent to some kind of modern concentration camp. It was like a big summer camp with prison gates - you were only allowed to buy four things from the supermarket each day for your whole family and you were beaten with a stick if you got anything fatty: eating crisps was punishable by death. There was a big building for everyone to sleep in with lots of little rooms with double beds, but there were only a certain number of rooms for a very large number of people. Me and my family were trying to find a room but even though we trawled through seven floors we couldn't find a single room that wasn't taken over by screeching teenage girls, and we were terrified because if we didn't have anywhere to sleep we'd have to sleep with the camp warden, a terrifying woman who looked a bit like Margaret from The Apprentice.
Very strange.
Ugh, I should probably get back to the French ethnicity book. It's only a three day loan so I can't put it off indefinitely like I usually do. Dammit. And I bet it gets requested before I've finished with it, just to annoy me.
Misty x