today was the hottest day god ever made except not actually.
it was beautiful.
when the sun rises, unhindered, toasty, i rise too.
today my two-hour history lecture went for forty minutes, and half of that time was eaten up by a hungry student evaluation form.
but it was too stunning to go home and, well, too hot to move let alone walk to the station and swelter on a sticky train seat, so i sat with claire and tall sam WHO I FULLY DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS GOING OUT WITH TILL YESTERDAY somefriendiam. some other people came like alice's boyfriend who is called something and a guy called dadadada and claire's friend mickey (i remember her name because it's cool). and eventually phil. we discussed the intricacies of the latest the biggest loser series, or rather decided that the male team should be made up entirely of royal haemophiliacs so that the show could merge with australian princess.
then i was innocently ordering my lunch from the guy at the coffee shop who knows my name and even how to spell it when i was accosted by all my fans i mean friends. friends from school from english from choir. eventually i escaped the rush and sat in the sun with jacob for an hour talking big talk.
then i pretended to be popular at eu, realised it was too much of an effort, and gave up. jake tried to explain secret boy language to me. it apparently consists of speaking about oneself in the third person and doing weird eye twitches. if only it was that simple to decipher boys. [cue music, gaze into distance bold and the beautiful style, music trails off, cut to abswing ad]
then i walked very slowly to the station with dave, which is becoming a common occurrence.
then i went to training and felt like an elephant, except slower and fatter.