||[Jun. 16th, 2006|11:49 am]
So, I have come to the conclusion that my room can never actually be clean, depite my best avoiding-study efforts. I have too much stuff. It's just a big cluttered mess.
I've been locking myself in here promising myself that I'll study, because I really shouldn't have skipped so many politics lectures, and turning up to a tutorial might have helped. So I know very little of what I should. And keeping anything that I read in my brain, is really, very difficult. I've read three books since finishing all my assignments. I haven't read like this in a while - I'm reading novels like they're all going to burn.
and. I keep forgeting what I called my fish. I'm considering getting it a name tag, so I can remember. belvedere. that.is.your.name. I can't remember its name, but if he dies I will cry.
they have the poem I wrote for the creative part of my social sciences assignment on display at uni. I wish they would take it down, 'cause I don't like it.
and that is enough crapping on for today, I think.