6:07 p.m.
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28 April, 2004

Things that make me happy:

-Getting too involved when discussing soap characters with my mother. Rewriting the storylines to include more incest, murders and goats.

-Walking along the Roman Wall in Canterbury on a summer day listening to Bob Dylan on my earphones and mouthing the words.

"That's the story of the Hurricane,

But it won't be over till they clear his name

And give him back the time he's done.

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world."

-The sun-made rainbows on the wall

-Sitting down in the smelly, noisy, crowded train, putting on my CD, turning it up loud, pulling out a book, and not having to exist there anymore.

-My favourite lecturer not calling me Suzanne for the first time ever. It's my own fault, I shouldn't have started answering to it.

I have to do a dissertation next year. It's decided. All the other options I wanted to do clash with my timetable because of stupid bloody Psychology, the bane of my existence. So now I have to decide what to do. Blergh.

Also, my birthday in 2 days. Family dinner on Friday, naughty night out on Saturday. And then I'm condemned to being old and apparently 6 years away from my predicted death. Rock on.