The sun's a ball of butter

I've realised I haven't written in this for a couple of weeks. Bad blogger.

Doctor Who was really good. I am in love with Matt Smith. I actually think he is perfect for me. Thankfully the likelihood of us ever meeting is slim, so K needn't worry just yet. I haven't seen tonight's episode yet. Might watch it in bed (where I no doubt should be already).

My dissertation got handed in, a whole 3 hours before it was due. Hurrah! I'm happy with it - I think. I'm really not sure what else I could have done to improve it to be honest, and I think it's interesting. Just have to hope the marker feels the same way!

Oh and those pesky exams are looming. 28th April and 3rd May! Really not too long to go. And am I knuckling down with revision? Am I heck! I am such an awful reviser. This stems, I have concluded, from finding school very easy and thus never learning the necessary studying skills required for university. Bit late now.

Might I add that it was a pleasant surprise to notice a comment from a stranger on my last post. Hello Maggie May! I assume you ventured onto my profile after reading some comment I'd posted on Pacing The Panic Room (I saw you follow it on your profile, so it must be because of that). You probably won't ever read this, but thank you for taking the time to comment regardless.

I have nothing profound to say, except goodnight.