That's what you get after too many lectures on bestiality

11:32 p.m.
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04 May, 2004

Oh, monkeys nuts!

So, I called up Bonnie Scotland, where the student loans hail from, and it turns out my payment was blocked for no reason whatsoever. So that was reassuring, I shall now no longer be bankrupt and be forced to sell my... I can't think of anything anyone would want to buy. Possibly my silence.

Also, my ex-housemate texted me today, asking if I was going to come back. I was all touched that they cared, but it turns out that, actually, they just want me to help them pay the tv license. 'Ha, go fuck a duck', was my eloquent, ladylike reply.

Didn't bother going into uni today, Julia just wanted to copy my Kant essay anyway. I'm getting tired of being the boffinated acolyte. I feel like one of the smurfs or the seven dwarves, totally boxed in by just one characteristic. Heh, I love The Smurfs.

Lyn, the lecturer I have a crush on (my first crush EVER) is a communist sympathiser. How cool is that. All these years of calling people communist sympathisers and now I've met a real one. She was also a hippie and had her wedding raided by the police. She rocks. Sorry, I'm getting very swoony, but I don't care. I plan to revel in my crushing status as long as possible, because there is no-one in the entire universe I'm remotely attracted to, and I'm going to end up a bitter old spinster. So there.