Last night, for the first time, I've noticed that I actually cry almost everyday. And so I am like my mum, who cried every day of her life until she was 25. It's not necessarily sadness, you know, it just feels good to cry, it's so liberating and... I just like it.
I am making a list of all the things I love... It goes from cigarettes to my friends to my parents to blue to skin against skin to travelling... I am going to try and make it as long as possible.
After some sort of little 'crisis' between us I went up to Enfield yesterday, to see my silly boy... I don't know what to say, every time (or almost) that I see him I just feel more and more... I don't know, involved? I think that I might be falling in love (if I'm not already), and it's weird and nice and it makes me really happy. I love the way he kisses me and the way he hugs me and the way he touches me and the way he talks to me and even the way in which he takes the piss out of me... I'm such a loved up fool ah? ;) I'm just happy.
Christmas is getting nearer and nearer and I've got no ideas for my presents. Help! I'm probably going to buy them in Paris...
Apart from this, I finished my first essay (due tomorrow, 2670 words, the longest essay I've ever written), and I have to finish preparing my presentation for tomorrow (80 pages on the rise of Islam in Indonesia, why oh why are you so cruel to me fate?)... And I've got another essay due next week (the first one for sea politics was shit, I got 57%, sniff, so I have to do better this time).
And that's it, enough news from me, gotta go and check my email that I haven't checked in about two weeks. Ops. Love ya!