Tout seule!

I have the seven week itch. I am hankering for singledom. Mainly so I don't have anyone to get pissed off at for not texting me.
Since we've got no internet in The Nook I'm writing this in Coffee Communism- whoops! Sorry! I mean Coffee Revolution. Drinking their minging fairly traded tea. I'd rather they screw over the workers if it actually made it drinkable. There are far too many graduates milling around reminding me of what a big fat failiure I am, and how much I'd really rather be at music college instead if trying to galvanise myself to write essays about essentially contested political concepts. Reminds me, must hop up to the music department to try and find a singing teacher.
I think when/if I graduate I'm going to tell my mum not to come. I could envisage me doing what I did for speech day- in and out sharpish and then fuck off to do something i'm marginally interested in. Mainly cos I dont really think it'll be a defining moment in my life. God these people have ugly parents.
Best get off and do some work now...