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This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	7.3
Mind:	7.4
Body:	7
Spirit:	7.7
Friends/Family:	4.7
Love:	0.8
Finance:	6.9
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CONCLUSION: MAN-LESS.

My housemate has just started hoovering and its 25 to one. Which is good, I guess.

I've spent hours today doing this layout, and I'm really quite proud of it. Plus, it has Donna on it, and she is made of the same amount of awesome as Martha. Ginger and gobby is the big theme this season.

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I'm away for some Macaroni.

And to defocus my eyes. I'm sure that's why my eyes are the same size as some people's heads.

Hello - from the opposite end of the universe! It's been a bit long since my last entry, and the world needs it's shite.

The Lizzle (read: Carlisle) is actually okay, you know. The uni itself is brilliant. I'm really pleased with my flat and class mates on the whole and the accommodation is like a palace. Actually; that's an outright lie, but I meant the rest.

I'm currently living with two Scots (Jodie and Claire), a lass from Brum (Alice) an irish BASTID (Liz) and an indian hermit, (Ankan - He never comes out of his room. Ever. We presume he has NASA-esque sachets of food and shits in a bucket to stay alive in there.) And of course there are the girls and boy in the flat across from us who're regularly over here. They're all fantastic.

Class is even better; Box, Spence, Gary, Mark, Dom, Kama, Lyndsay, Richie, Gordon - all very funny. Bunch of sexist bastids, granted (ha - excepting Kama and Les) but they're great guys, and bloody hilarious.

The course is interesting, I'm currently writing a script with an allowance of two lines of dialogue, producing a television insert and filming an experimental film on industrialisation... its exactly what I wanted to do. I love it. Only worry is, because I want to go into TV, I'm not that big on films... and have seen about 98% less than everyone else. But that makes good homework.

I've finally started updating Bebo with photos and suchlike, so there you go.

For some reason I've lost the will to go into detail about anything in my life anymore on here... so unfortunately it'll consist of squeeage, drabbles and icanhascheezburger quotes from hereon in.

I miss all you twats back home, hope you're doing well. xx

Where I'll be slightly continental with a funny accent. Where hopefully I'll meet people. And where the streets are paved with something other than shite. Hopefully.

I'm slightly nervous now about my impending move, how I'll get places, how I'll keep my head above water, what with a crap student loan and digs to pay....

Fuck.

Bye then, I'll see you if I find me any internets.