...time for bed. When, or if, I'll go is not relevent. Time for bed, sleepy head. I wish more people would say that to me.

I'm nearly done with the world, then I'm off to hibernate for the rest of the time/week/month/year/day, well, I'll see when it gets down to it. I have an exam very soon, and my revision is suffering due to my confusion between a documentary aesthetic and realism. There's a lot of crossover, so it's not totally down to my own stupidity, but half my notes are NOT ANSWERING THE QUESTION. Teachers used to write that on my book all the time. It's good, but it doesn't ANSWER THE QUESTION. Usually in red pen too, to burn the point into your mind. I close my eyes and I see red pen. I once had a teacher bring me up in front of the class with my workbook to show them how I couldn't write in a straight line. She used a ruler to demonstrate. But that's teachers for you.

University was different because the lecturers don't care, and I like it more that way. I'll like not being a student anymore. I don't understand people who talk up university and its means of cultural enrichment. I met a lot of people who were arrogant and pretentious and were undersecretary for the society of gender consolidation issues. There's an important place in society for people like that, and it's away from me.

I went to university to learn, and I did. I got a lot more out of it, lovely friends, lovely other people, I met the best people in the world here. I'd like to do that more.

I've been wanting to write for the first time in ages, but now I don't have time. I have to finish being a student and then go be a grown-up/bohemian something or other, and also I have to dry my hair.

I just listen to the music these days, that's all. I don't like listening to the lyrics anymore. Melancholy is still living.

Tomorrow I'm off for sushi with a Good Person. It will be Very Good.