Lust of the Dopey variety

From the moment I stepped out of bed this morning, I knew today was going to be slightly off-peak. Having stayed in bed most of the weekend, catching up on my previous sleeping pattern (a phrase of Alissa's I swore I would never use), I felt refreshed and ready to face today's lesson.

I always enjoyed poetry in school, mostly because no one else got it. The second I arrived in college and was seated in a classroom with sixteen likeminded individuals (the seventeenth an IT student who seemed extremely lost), the novelty wore off.

Anyway, I was determined that ready for my poetry workshop I was going to go to bed early and not be in a grouchy mood, as seems to be the default these days. I guess it doesn't help that the teacher we have is the happy, smiley, stay at home mum type that keeps a bucket of lollipops under the desk in case you scrape your knee on the way to the projector.

As it happened, I was wrong in my assumptions, for as I was about to switch off my laptop, Pru came on MSN and we ended up talking until almost 1am.

I'll never understand MSN - I think it's useful, but ...weird. Whenever I'm talking to Beth, she makes a point about disappearing then coming back, saying 'I've just been speaking to ________, __________ and ______', giving me a running commentary on what happened in their conversations, even if I'm talking to them as well. Then there's my friend Douglas, who keeps every conversation he's ever had on file in case he needs to use it as evidence.

I made it through poetry class, luckily, if I hadn't there would have been disastrous consequences. Following the lesson, me, Laney and Pru went to the food court for some lunch, where our table was suddenly confronted by the strangest and funniest thing I've seen in quite a while.

As a Derbyshire girl, the height of scams I've seen is people begging on the streets for their blind Auntie Doris, so as you can imagine, this kind of took me by surprise ^^. A woman, who I can only assumed bathed in perfume, appeared at the end of our table, waving fliers for some random stylist. Pay £59 for a styling session! she was going on, you'll get £500 worth of stuff and a bottle of champagne! She was really giving it some, how you could bring your own clothes and how there were tonnes of hot guys on the shoot....I only wish I had a camera.

Getting home from the food court, I ended up following about seven people into the entance, so had to wait about five minutes for the lift to come back, which for some reason took forever. By the time it finally arrived, I all but threw myself into it, but my stupidly bad karma struck again. The doors had barely closed before they were open and the only person in the world I would have asked not to be stuck in a lift with stepped in.

yup. Carley.

She's having a party tomorrow, to celebrate her birthday and guess who wishes they weren't invited?