why are boyfriends hoodies always better than your own clothes? men always seem to choose the cosyest, warmest hoddies ever. wheras my stupid cardigans only take a pinch of cold air away from you. but i am tucked up in james's hoodie as snug as a bug making a copious ammout of english work bareable. no joke. it would be horrible if i was cold.
on the english front ... it isnt going happily. i was doig fine researching about femminism and all that rubbish, untill i get to the actual writing bit. how can i condense the content of 8 web pages into one consise paragraph? burrrh. scrap that for a while ... drink a strange flavour tea (i ahve found out that tea actualy has no taste, it is purely an aroma) and chatter untill i discuss fruit and how it is sexual while sublty inserting a bit of inequality somewhere.