It wouldn't be make believe if you believed in me

Blogging in the library
Blogging in the library cause I'm so bored
Blogging in the library and the girl next to me is dressed entirely in pink and is freaking me out.
Helen had no labs today so she'd gone home by the time my mind-numbingly boring lecture finished. Honest to God I don't know what was going on and I wrote down nothing. My notes are some observations about the girl's hair in front of me. Wandered around to kill some time before trapping myself in the library and also to eat my lunch of a Bounty (because the vending machine decided that all chunkier and cheaper chocolate bars did not exist even though I could see them and totally typed in the number perfectly). Wandered into the wee arcade down the road. Fell in love with a notebook. I would have married this notebook. It was tall, thin, wrapped in stripey material with a cameo on the front. No price and a pitiful number of pages. It was impractical and although I have 3 pages of my diary left and no suitable replacement (I have started writing already in all of my remaining notebooks and none of them are as sturdy as my little paperblank) I could not bring myself to buy this one. But I can't stop thinking about it. So goddamn beautiful I could cry.

Wandered into Fopp instead to see what French films they had cheap. Walked straight into Rochester who is decidedly less attractive now that he got a hair cut but the side burns are still pretty good. I suspect, but his bag was in the way and I could not ascertain the truth, but I suspect that he is lacking in the ass department. Which is a problem as I don't trust assless men. Maybe it was just the food and sleep deprivation but he definitely looked skinnier than usual. Anyway he was on the phone and gave me a smile but I got bored and bought a dvd I can't afford and chatted with the very excitable salesman who praised my choice in film and raved about New Wave. Too tired so I just smiled.

Most adorable man was struggling to get on his bike with an enormous bouquet of flowers and I couldn't stop laughing at his attempts. He gave me this big sheepish grin as he passed and I just about melted with the cuteness.

I picked up the wrong book so I can't even waste time doing my Classics work. Bleh. 5 hours to kill tomorrow. What can one do in 5 hours? I could sleep, or go to the cinema but that's depressingly lonely, I could take the bus back and forth until I got ill, I could try and fix my novel that is dying on me, I could write cover letters for magazine submissions, I could charge up my gameboy and finish all the games I haven't finished, I could read the war between the science and arts faculties that's going on in the library toilet walls, I could finish all the novels I started to read over the holidays (I'm currently trying to read 6 books at once), I could phone up absolutely everybody I know in the hopes that they're free or I could go home and make a skirt out of a NYPD tshirt and abandon all intention of attending that lecture at 3.

Tough call.