Current mood:	okay
Current music:	New Order - Blue Monday

Amber Sunday
Sitting in a quiet computer lab listening to New Order with the sunlight trickling in between half-drawn blinds, photographs aren't enough...

I had a bit of a nasty shock on Thursday. See, I'd forgotten about paying rent, and then got sent an e-mail (which hadn't reached my RHUL address owing to the apostrophe) asking why I hadn't paid the last four months rent. Oho, now I know why I need that student loan! I also found out why I hadn't been able to apply for my loan yet...when they asked for my home address, they didn't mean Nottingham, they meant Williamson! Oh well, I'll be getting the money soon enough, but I'll need to keep an eye on my expenditure.

I was supposed to be on the big student march in London today, but my Dad came down to hold a service and then to have lunch with my Grandfather, so I did that instead. It was a pleasant meal, even if I was utterly perplexed by the sign above the bar saying 'order food at bar', which I took to mean the bar next door...oh well. Grandad is moving closer to me soon, and it's comforting to know he's in the area. He's also got me a £500 travel grant, which I as yet have no idea what to do with!

Someone asked me over Facebook recently whether I'd been taking hormones already, as I looked different. I was most surprised because, as you know, I've had little luck with Stonebridge, so have most definitely not been taking them (even though I'd love to). I pondered if it was to do with my mindset, but I haven't been trying to be anything in specific as of late. I don't see myself looking any different either, but...well, it's a nice rumour to overhear. Hope springs eternal, apparently.

Sitting in a well-lit computer lab listening to Mark Cohn, with my notes scattered on the desk around me, typing isn't enough...

Life these days is enough of a blur. I've found a great degree of comfort in drinking a cup of coffee most mornings from Café Jules, which is conveniently located near half of my lectures, including the 10am on Monday. I usually have a moccha, because I'm weak against the touching temptation of chocolate. 'Chaos & Chocolate', that's my tag on the Bulletin Board, and it's not incorrect. I'm a coffee shop person at heart.

Oh, but it's not just chocolate. Aside from a slight twist towards Kettle Chips, I'm being somewhat healthy at the moment. Blackcurrant pieces and pressed-cherry bars are as nice, if not nicer, than fruit gums, and I love peas, beans or peppers soaked in my blend of balsamic vinegar, soy sauce and chilli powder. I don't claim to be a healthy person, but nor am I unhealthy, and that's good enough for me. Yes, I'm very thin, but that's no reason to eat junk food, surely? I like my world of ginger tea, dried apricots, barbecue ricecakes, marmite toast and balanced meals...

Someday, incidentally, I shall be a guest on QI. Not Alan Davies, although he has similar hair to me. I still have a number of years to manage it. It's no particular life goal, but I'd have a lot of fun, and I do want some degree of artistic fame someday. Aspiring to greatness does not make one selfish, so I believe.

Sitting in a dark computer lab listening to New Order again, with two Chinese students talking at volumes extreme behind me, earphones aren't enough...