War of the hats
07.12.05, 8:11 pm

I usually make some dismissive comment about my serious entries, or try to laugh them off, but I�m not going to this time. The stuff that I wrote about was just too important to me. I was so, so afraid about posting it... it was my total rock bottom talking, my crappiest memories and my worst feelings, and I still have a mad urge to delete it all. To be honest writing it all thoroughly depressed me for the whole of yesterday, and I�m really sorry if it depressed anyone else too. I would like to say a massive thankyou to all your notes though � I was going to reply individually but realised that I�d just end up saying the same thing. The amount of support was very much appreciated, and you all rock a huge, huge amount.

Today has been the usual mix of lectures, eating and mooching around. I actually vaguely fancied the lecturer we had today, but really only because he wasn�t the usual kind of lecturer that we have, i.e. mumbling guy over 40 or butch American lesbian. The highlight of the morning was discovering that Amy owns two talking parrots, and getting her to play us the video she had on her phone of them bobbing around and saying "Hello" and "How are you?" and other delights of the English language.

Lise just rang and we had an incredibly random phone call, probably because I�ve been hauled up in my room all afternoon doing work and haven�t really had much human contact. I get a tendency to go a little odd if I don�t talk to people often enough.

Lise: No wait, that is the right password!
Me: You trying to sign in as me?
Lise: Yeah, I want to get in and read all your emails.
Me: Yeah, I�ve got lots of hot porn in there too.
Lise: HAVE YOU?!
Me: *silence*
Lise: Okay that sounded a bit overexcited.

Despite the mountains of work that I currently have on � hand-in date�s the 15th, god help me � I still appear to have too much spare time on my hands, as I�m currently in a competition with Zoe as to who can find the most horrendous hat on the Internet. She�s currently drawing it at 4-4 with the following contribution:

I really really want to win. I�m aware that I�m too competitive sometimes, but damn it I REFUSE to lose this contest.

I went to see Jarhead at the Odeon with Dave last night, which is a film about the Gulf War. We decided to walk there and back (after I�d already walked home from hypno), and the place is right at the end of town, so by the time I was nearing my road again I was about ready to collapse. Thankfully we�d stopped off at Tescos on the way home, and my purchased muffin spurred me on. Dave spent about three years choosing what he wanted, and I ended up following him aimlessly around the shop singing �la la LA� in his ear.

I have a love for all things Basement Jaxx, and my current dancing-around-my-room song in Do Your Thing. Unfortunately Becky has come back from her trip home, which means that I can no longer play the same three songs over and over again, which indeed is what I have been doing for the last few days. Speaking of over and over again, Amy has decided that our daily walk down to lectures should now and forever more be her opportunity to tell me about her latest Danny problem, and yes, they really do have some kind of tiff every damn day. Luckily the walk to uni is only about 7 minutes long, otherwise I�d have clattered her one by now.

So far my new hat apparently makes me look like a �cabbie�, a �sailor� and �the policeman out of YMCA�. Also, now I�ve cut my hair off my Lesbian Hat doesn�t make me look like a lesbian anymore. I�m not going to be gullible and think that this will get rid of all the rumours, but it is at least a start.

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