life has been treating me pretty nicely lately (aside from this morning where I managed to singe my hair whilst lighting a cigarette off the hob - now that bit of my hair really smells, stupid sophie), things with Triston are pretty much faultless although I'm slightly worried that I'm becoming somewhat obsessed - he's home for the weekend right now and I miss him stupid amounts, I hardly got any sleep last night because I was so unused to him not being in bed with me. It makes me feel pretty lame but at the same time I know how lucky I am to have something like this.
Course is pretty fun, although I am definitely foresaking two of my modules for my favourite one which maybe isn't the best thing to do but eh. The Art of Short Fiction really is not even comparable to the other two in terms of content, exciting assessments and actual enjoyment. For my 3500 word creative writing piece (due at the end of term) i'm writing a series of dramatic monologues about my dad's side of the family - with my grandad being in a prisoner of war camp in Hong Kong for 4 years, my grandma fleeing from the brutal Chinese communist revolution and my dad having a bizarre and ultimately dreadful childhood, i've got a lot to work with and it's so bloody fascinating.
So really the only snag right now is my fucking evil housemate - I don't even really want to go into right now because it angers and upsets me, but suffice to say that I never thought there were genuinely bad people in the world until I realised what she's capable of. I know that she's definitely moving out by Christmas, but that still leaves 5 weeks of supreme unfun-ness.
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