Keep Calm and Carry On

Exams are over. Thankfully.

You may vaguely remember that last time I had exams I said that I would put in more effort for these. Well, a friend of mine pointed out the irony in that statement. I made no extra effort and my exams were a bitch. Still, the first year doesn't actually count towards my degree, so I'm not too bothered.

One of my lecturers was trying to persuade me to switch my course to the Masters scheme. Which I'm tempted to do, but it involves another year of study... Something to think about, I suppose.

Yesterday was good. Had a barbecue on the beach. This involved sitting around and smoking joints while Paul cooked stuff. We ended up giggling like idiots for most of the evening.

I'm pushing for Paul to restart his diary - so offer him some encouragement on his guestbook. He's scared of the uncanny power he seems to wield. The last time he wrote in it, he stated that it was about time the queen mother died. And she did. Spooky...

So anyway. That's about it, except to say that I'm going home to London on Sunday, so should have a lot more opportunity to update this thing from then.

I knew you'd be pleased.