Blogspot feels like home.

At last, I've finally forced myself not to give in to superficial nothings such as how beautiful Wordpress is and conclude that Blogspot really does feel like home.  What's more, I'm not so blase about blogging under my own name; surely there'll be a time when I'll want to open a new blogspot, but I'll just reject those feelings and call myself a superficial git.  Which, in a sense is true.

Because I'm lazy, and most people can get away with doing this, I'm going to go right ahead and fill you in with dot points.

• On holidays now.  Hardly any holiday homework, which feels nice.
• French exchange girl comes on Bastille day.  The irony, the irony.
• Had the most incredible time cooking Southern-style food with Tom to "Sweet Home Alabama".  Managed to squeeze in a dance or three.
• Bought a new dress to wear to a party.
• Got my report back.  Pretty good, I think.
• Left said report out in the rain in the letterbox because I didn't want to carry it around with me.
• I love to cook.  Going to Nick's house to prepare nibblies (fuck I hate that word) for a dinner-style dance party.

And that's pretty much it!

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