I want...

...a Paul's Boutique bag. Either one of these two will do...

I passed!

I passed I passed I passed!!! My PGCE place is confirmed!!

Rant. Rant rant rant.

The zip on my hoody smells like blood, which is pretty gross. I'm hoping it smells that way because of the metal, not because my hoody has been some sort of crime scene.

Started uni yesterday. Any excitement/enjoyment that I may be feeling is overshadowed by the knowledge that I might not be able to continue the course after next week as I'm still awaiting my final degree results. Fucking sucks.

I just realised I actually have very little to say, but some current annoyances are...

• girls shaving their eyebrows off just to draw them back in at some absurd and unnatural jaunty angle.
• people refering to being twenty as being "twenteen". Does it really matter that you're no longer a teenager? REALLY?
• anyone that says they're confused, and then adds ".com". Mimicking a bad advert is just plain irritating.
• the annoying response of "Not three bad" to the question of "How are you?". In no other situations do people think it's funny to replace the word to/too/two with the number three, so why exactly do people do it in this situation?

Aaargh. All so so annoying. I think I've annoyed myself just by thinking about those things. Time for a hot bath and a trashy magazine I think.