Coffee.

As I was beginning to type this, I managed to pull the chain, that is sewn into my top, off it completely. GOOD ONE.

I've had a pretty boring week. College. Some more college.

Kind of getting to grips with the workload; really can't be arsed at times.

I'm currently trying to write a monologue on Iago, but in a present day context. It's harder than I thought it was going to be. So a long night probably entails for me accompanied by the sweet molecule of caffeine.

On another note, check out Newton Faulkner's new album. It's fairly catchy.

I've also been thinking I need to hit the gym again. I'm starting to rival "The Michelin Man".

There I am, oh curvatious one.

I was out shopping with the family today. I dared to embark upon entering the cattle ranch named Primark. Well, cattle ranch for pikeys. I'd managed to run to every item I needed and successfully went towards the till. On urging to battle through the numerous Vicky Pollard's to the register, a child let out an almighty squawk. The sound penetrated the ear drums like a knife to butter. If there's one thing I hate, it's the noise of a screaming brat. It got so bad, that I almost punched the vile thing. If you can't control it, then you should learn how to control the opening and closing of your legs!

(I'm new to adding pictures, so please excuse the very bad layout of them; they annoyed me with their own way of positioning themselves.) Grr.

I'll try to keep updating this more frequently; not that my life is of

a thrilling nature anyway.

WORD OF THE WEEK (A): Alacrity n liveliness; eagerness