What do we want? "Fry's Dog!" When do we want it? "Fry's Dog!"

Or maybe not. As my love will now, in the most likely of situations, be spending the next two university years out of the country! How to cope! And another bloody year at home, probably.

So, at the moment, I need to apply myself to my work. Two pieces of coursework. Six exams to revise for. Another language to get to grips with. When I work, I constantly work. I cram it all in, in one big go. These next two months will be busy, I suppose, but hopefully I'll get that 2:1 I'm currently aiming for.

A year in a house full o' chicks

No, the answer isn't 'Giggedy, giggedy, gigg-e-dy'. I might turn into a ladyboy! Just imagine the horror. At a mere £40 a week, I will be living out (finally) with m'lady. But can I survive a house of little masculine presence? Considering I've been growing up with 3 brothers and only one sister, I've been accustomed to my current standards. Guess I'll have to get used to change.

8 O'Clocktacular. In a library

Why? Because of 'stuff'. I'm a bit tired really, with only getting about 3 hours sleep (I think). Last night, m'lady and I were doing the merchandising stuff at a Keane gig, in Liverpool. The only band member who seemed willing to sign things and speak to people was Richard, the drummer who looks surprisingly like Tim Wheeler from Ash. What a nice chap he was. Chris Martin was also at the gig, who promptly left after quite a few people started to recognise him. Granted, I managed to get his signature for Anna without even directly pestering him.

And now? I have a lecture.

Something with a 'dipsalicious' quality

Move out? Stay in? I don't know yet. I mean, yeah, moving out would be kewl. But I need two toilets. Bollocks. At the moment, I have a really sore throat - one that disables my power of speech. Japanese was a bit more difficult than usual, even though I kept getting 'ikimasu' mixed up with 'arimasu' (honestly, you'd do the same. I bet).

What's going on, Mekon?

Y'know what? I'm bloody stoked. Shattered. Not an ounce of effort in me. I think I need a nice night's sleep, one which isn't disrupted. In a big king-size bed. Yeah. I've haven't done any work for a while; I hope I don't go stale or anything. All I need now is a dictaphone. Or tape recorder.

Sneakin' out the hospital

Death-defying. Again. Ray had another major hypo similar to the one in May 2003 which made me freak out...I was a bit calmer this time, although my mum wasn't (since she hadn't see that before). Using a lot of strength to hold him down does take it out of you, and being pretty tired already, I was barely in the condition to that. And then to spend the rest of the night with pure fear of losing someone so close...I hope he gets that liver soon. He well now. And I need restums. Blod.

Cough like a weasel

If there's a free gig going, I take it. Thanks Anna. Thanna. The gig was...A Perfect Circle. But hey, I knew little about the band except for it has the lead singer from Tool and James Iha (Smashing Pumpkins guitarist). It was a good show, I must say; even if we were miles back and in seats, it was still enjoyable. Probably would have been more so if I knew any music by the band, but it was very impressive, as were the support act. Next gig for free: Keane. But we have to hand out flyers for that one. I don't wanna work...

No...more...chococococolate

Here's a tip: if you go for another merry trip into Tesco, don't get the 'American Style Chocolate Muffin Desert'. It's basically a big, fuck-off muffin. With sockloads of chocolate. I took about 2 spoonfuls before stopping. It's the richest dessert ever. And I want more. Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmmm. Yum. Bleugh.