YOU GUYS. MY HAIR HAS ORANGE STREAKS. ORANGE. STREAKS. HOW WILL I LEAVE THE HOUSE TOMORROW?!?!

pleasepleaseplease let the henna oxidise to a good shade. feck.

So, I look like I havea steaming pile of poo on my head, wrapped in clingfilm. I think this is a good thing. I have no idea what it's going to look like! The strand test didn't really look any different, but the henna wasn't particularly hot and I only left it for half an hour. Fingers crossed I wont be orange!

I'm currently dyeing my hair with henna. Fingers crossed I won't be green or orange in half an hour's time. Currently doing the strand test... watch this space.

First exam in 2 hours 40 minutes! This is my exam week of hell - exams Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday (oh yes, nothing is sacred) and then my degree is totally over. How sad.

Before I do some last minute revision, some points about my life:
1) Last week I went to the Royal Society. We were given tours and my tutor blatently knew far more about the history of the place than their librarian. We got to look at some books out of their archives, inluding the original copy of Hooke's Micrographia. OMGZ, actually nearly peed myself. We had a look at the original flea drawing and it's so beautiful. All of us geeked out stared at it lovingly for a good ten minutes

2)I handed in my last ever coursework essay. Well, it wasn't marked but it was a 3000 word one with a presentation. I got a 76. Which is the perfect mark, as I got one in first year and thought that was the peak of my academi year. The department isn't even allowed to give out 80s, so getting a first that's even close to that is super amazing. If only I could recreate marks like that in the exams this week!

So busy. No time to even write full sentencs. I am alive and vaguelly well-ish. My entire university career is over in less than a month. Exams shall slay me.

I saw Hairspray at the theatre in London last night. AMAZING.

Kitty took me for my birthday and we wandered around Covent Garden a bit beforehand. It was a bank holiday, so there was sooo many performeres. I felt very cultured listening to some dude sing Nessun Dorma. We found the most amazing cake shop ever - I had a lemon meringue white chocolate muffin. It was kinda like a giant lemon french fancy (i.e. the best and most neglected of Mr Kipling's cakes.) We also went out for dinner, and a cute and very cheap restaurant in Shaftesbury, although the food wasn't exactly great. I also did the touristy thing and took a photo of the Drury lane sign.

My tutor and a random stranger (!!!) told me I looked rough yesterday. Thanks world!

And in more cheerful news, my dissertation is due in 27 days and I have come to the realisation that it is utterly pants and I need to restructure my entire argument. Or in fact, come up with an argument as I appear to lack a coherent one.

I coped with yesterdays problems by eating a massive bar of chocolate and other junk food, thus removing any positive impact from all the jogging I've done this week. At the crack of dawn no less when I should have been sleeping.

AND WHY THE FUCK IS IT SNOWNING GODDAMIT?!

Finally finished exams. No longer care about any period of history. Incapable of forming coherent sentences. Arm falling off from writing.

Woah, so after stalking a picture thread on sheroes, I've just found out one of the girls there is in my seminar group. I'm simultaneously excited and freaked out.

I think third year might actually be the death of me. I stupidly tempted fate by saying that the workload wasn't too bad and then the next day it all suddenly appeared. I've been feeling down for thr past week anyway, so that really, really didn't help. :(

In other news, if all goes to plan, I'll be doing my dissertation on belief in werewolves and anthropomorphism in general in early modern Europe. Cool, huh?

Ok people, it's my last freshers week, I'm ready to party and no one is doing anything. All of my housemates have other plans or are being lame and I'm stuck in the house with no one to play with. WOE IS ME. I don't even think all my other friends are back yet. As sad as it is, I think I might be drinking alone in my room tonight.

In other news, my living room now contains a giant inflatible yellow sofa. We had a massive rearrange last night and now it looks awesome. My house > everything else.

I've returned from my internet hiatus. Finished my job at the summer camp today. Sad times. It's a bit of a shock to return to the real world. I mean, I only just realised that the olympic games had started. Have I missed much?

.. I wont be around much for the next month or so. Work has taken over my life and I now live at the camp even though my house is super close. I've pretty much given up facebook and contact with the real world. Today is my day off and it's been so nice to catch up with my life.

Today is going to be a good day. Why you ask?

- My neverending hell of coursework is finally over and now I only have revise for exams
- I did pretty well in said coursework: 2.1 and a 1st.
- I'm recovering from my tonsilitis and I'm now able to eat food and get out of bed
- My room is spotless
- The house is almost spotless
- I don't feel uber stressed anymore. I actually laughed yesterday!
- Summer is here
- I feel like me again

OMG. Next week's DW looks good. Is it sad that I've been counting down the hours until the episode today? It was the only thing keeping me going whilst working on my essay.

( The Poison Sky )

The latern festival was cancelled last night because of the snow and hale we've been having. Which meant I got to watch Dr Who! Mwuahaha.

Work is killing me at the moment. Things will calm down by May, so I've just got to survive the next month and work my butt off. Yay.

So, I'm diseased again. Everytime I go home for the holidays I get really ill and it's pissing me off now. I had a really high temperature last night and mum nearly took me to the hospital but it went down after a nice cocktail of drugs.

We watched 10 Things I Hate About You last night in memory of Heath Ledger. So sad. :(

Rhydian lost X Factor. My life is now meaningless. :'(

But that wont stop me from clubbing tonight because, dammit, I look smokin'!

I've just watched the Notebook for the first time. Why did no one tell me it was that sad?! I cry at films a lot but I've never sobbed so much in my life. I don't think I can sleep now. I thought about watching the deleted scenes but I don't think I can take it.