Whinge.

I've come to realise that I really have no personal belongings. My room could belong to a 50 year old man, or a 14 year old teenage girl. I also have not watched the best films, or read the best books. I honestly don't know what I've been doing for the last 21 years- twiddling my thumbs apparently. I've started pinning up things I've gathered from various places, to make it look like I have a life. "Oh yeah this chewing gum wrapper is from 1994, that was a good day, really good." Really, I found it an hour ago.

Today is a whinge day.

I went to the University library with a list of really cool books I wanted for my dissertation. They had none of them. What kind of a library is that? I wanted to skim through the books, not own them forever (had to branch out and go on Amazon). Now they'll be a constant reminder, and I'll probably deface them so I can't sell them. Might be having a bonfire soon. Actually no, what a waste of paper.

Been working on being less anal recently. Not going as well as expected. I heard my friend was coming round tonight at 11pm, my first thought was "oh my gosh, I've only got 3 hours to have a shower and eat!" Why am I like this? Tempted to cancel, then I'll have plenty of time to basically faff around. Maybe make some lists for faffing. Or maybe I'll lie in bed for the rest of the evening. Oh, it's been a long week.

Next door are having a BBQ- I wonder if it's acceptable for me to go round with a bottle of plonk and join in the fun. It probably isn't. I could take some burgers.....

Tomorrow, the Easter holidays start. Which should be fun. I plan to:

- sit in the sun drinking cider
- do a little bit of work
- go for lots of drives
- eat good food
- go party party
- important reading (I'm very important)
- find a job for the summer

Oh, cool, looks like I wrote a list again. How not like me. I'm sure something hilariously embarrassing will happen to me over Easter, that will be fun to write about..