Falling For You

Look, here, anonymous commenter(s).

This 'ere shall be a happy post.

As, contrary to the norm, I am in a Good Mood.

I spent most of this afternoon with my head buried in a Blodge book, reading up on such delights as alveoli, active uptake and amylase. Yum. I actually like Biology. Which is lucky, as I am doing it next year. It is slightly scary how much I am looking forward to that. Please note it is HUMAN Biology that I am continuing, as the plant stuff bores the bones out of me. I have no desire to learn about phloem and xylem tubes, as I can neither spell them, nor pronounce them. Anyway, that was slightly off-topic. I sat outside Staines station looking a bit of a geek as I silently mouthed such magic words as lymph and capillaries. Unbeknownst to me, Fati was sitting not 10 metres away from me, waiting for me to arrive. It was twenty minutes before either of us realised. Oops. Sorry.

So, finally reunited, Fati's feet bleeding copiously, due to the evil jelly shoes she has been going on about for the past sixty million years, we trundled down the path to Staines town centre. There, we ambushed Monsoon and tried on scary dresses that emphasised every curve and bump that should never be emphasised. Bored of looking chubsome, we descended on Pizza Hut to make us more chubsome. And now I owe Fati money too. Bugger. Ah well. Did you know that Pepsi refills are free? That is ultra groovesome. Why are they free? Not that I'm complaining - free = good, particularly when you are as stony broke as myself. But it doesn't seem to make all that much sense. Maybe that's just me. I don't know.

And then, off we went to Debenhams to try on yet more dresses. We are SUCH girls, whatever you may say, Fatemah. You LIKED trying on dresses. You are very, very female. Ha.

Anyway, thank ye, old Fati, for the funness, and listening to me complain for several hours. I KNOW I'm annoying. Sorry, old chum.

And now I should be revising. I still have three quarters of a book to get through. Arse.