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Got woken up by my bodyclock today at 7:30, thinking I'd slept 'till 11 and was missing all my lectures I woke up with a start, and knocked a glass of orange juice into my bed. Wet double duvet, wet matress, wet Mofette. I got up, cleaned myself off, washed my face and started to put clothes on (nekked mof)-- before I realised the real time. So I turned over my matress, got my other duvet, and went back to sleep. Woke up after snoozing my alarm like 10 times, and rushed to my 10:00 lecture. Graphics all over with, I'll explain more later. So, went home, hair-dryerd out the duvet, didn't work. Ate lunch, Phoned Zell. Not coming round today. This was the only reason I went to all my lectures, on the premice that he was coming round. I'd have stayed in my orange-stained bed if I new there was nothing worth getting out for. Looks like I'm having boring old pasta for tea, and not a pizza after all. Sometimes I wonder why I bother...

Wendyhouse tomorrow. Looking more and more like a big disappointment, but I'm gonna get trashed, so why do I care? answer... I don't. Then again, I'm going to be home in just over a week, and working my ass off to fund Whitby, and other things. Looks like I should have the good-times while I can... :/

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One more thing, anyone that wants to do my graphics coursework is welcome to... PLEASE!
The link is [Here] and I want a flyer for the wendyhouse or something... kk? Thankoo :)