I'm not in the best of moods. I've got two days to an incredibly boring essay (on peasant rebellions in Southeast Asia in the 20s and 30s, seriously - and it was the most interesting one out of 10 essay questions), I can't take books out of the library, this morning I had to get up at 7.30 despite an incredible desire to sleep, I just had the most depressing tutorial EVER (capitalism is shit, we are shit, we are exploiting the rest of the world and there's nothing we can do about it), and it seems like my boyfriend won't even bother to come down to my flat and see me tonight (if he does I will cross out this tomorrow and apologise profusely).
But it's actually a lie, I'm not in such a bad mood... I don't know, I've been better lately, life is not bringing me down anymore, I feel like I have the energy and the strenght to get through things. I'm a weirdo, I know, keep contradicting myself. Eheheh. That's me.
Gotta go now, so much work to do, blah blah blah. But I've decided that I'm happy, and the winter is here and I don't know why but I'm loving it this year, absolutely loving it. The cold fresh air, the fog in the morning. All so urban and magical at the same time, and yes, I'm talking rubbish.
See? Waking up early is not good for me!