So.....

In a means of procrastination from my uni work I decided to succumb to the trend that is a blog. I kept a diary when I was about 12, and to read it back induces flushes of embarrassment (I love Lee from Blue - anyone?) and I suppose reading this back will be the same! But at least I can get out what I can't exactly tell me friends - right. :roll:

Actually I can tell them anything, I am an open book! Suffer from a terrible case of verbal diarrhoea, especially after a couple of vodka and cokes. But sometimes, they aren't always there to talk to. And lets be fair, who wants to know the ins and outs of what I've done today when most of them experienced it with me. And this is such a relief from typing mindlessly about drugs to combat protein aggregation in alzheimer's disease :yawn:(which is my current uni project). Don't get me wrong, its interesting and hopefully one day my research might actually help someone (wierd thought!) but six weeks later and its slowly draining me away. Although my procrastination from this is getting more imaginative each day, from watching 101 dalmations to learning how to cook victoria sponge cakes (im allergic to eggs so this is doubly pointless - diarrhoae and lack of essay productivity), to trying out my impressive array of vibrators. I was kidding about the last one, I always get so guilty and paranoid that someone could hear it. Thank god my housemates wont be reading this. I missed out the main means of procrastination! facebook stalkage aka looking at all the hot guys on your friends list (or not as the case may be) seeing that they are single and for a split second contemplate poking them, then decide against it.
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ok well I guess I better get going with this project, or high school musical 2... hmmmm decisions decisions.