Being late but not actually being late, forgetting my headphones, touching strangers bums on the metro by accident, arriving in the cinema and listening to forty minutes of nothing, panicking at the fact none of the modules look enjoyable and third year is literally around the corner. Literally sitting here with Carlsberg on my breath, the smell of beer always makes me feel a little sick afterwards. Jesus, why are all the men on my course pretty god-damn attractive? I’m pretty lush myself though. Wonderful day, lovely lovely day. Handing two essays in is the best thing ever.