loving his new hornpipe step. Now the goal is to perfect it by the time the comp rolls around. The motivation is yet to drain, surprisingly.

fucking ecstatic. He got into all the classes he wanted. Now ... time to buy those clunky, tanky things called ... err ... "uni textbooks".

happy. He got the Social and Developmental Psychology class that he wanted. Fuck, tutorial registration at UWS is like a bloody war-zone ...

going to sleep. Hopefully he'll get a few hours in and wake up before 8:30AM ... six hours sleep isn't too bad ... right? Right. Off to bed.

to decide whether or not he'll stay up all night for registrations, or go to sleep and wake up in time. Hopefully. Either way, I could fail.

Oh dear. Haven't plurked since ... I can't even remember when. Too fucking tired to recall. EPIC WEEKEND. Got hit on by a straight guy ...

lied. He's still awake. And thinking that there's a greater chance of him napping on the bus than there is of him sleeping before 8:00AM ...

he might head off to sleep early tonight. He's got one long-ass (albeit fun) day ahead of him. Alcomahol, DVDs, bus trips, train trips, yay.

he'll go down to the studio today to ask about competition forms. Or, he could just be his usual lazy self and download them. Either way ...

that playing online Scrabble with a friend for six hours straight is one quality avenue through which one's vernacular can be expanded. Yes.