It's like the sun came out

So, for some reason, I feel better today. Just do. *shrug* O well.

I finished my perosnal statement today - it's been okayed and everything. I just have to sort out the cheques and my Oxford application. I've got a stupid amount of work in for tomorrow (mostly because I'm a lazy idiot) -- an essay on Rupert Brooke, a text-book page on Early Modern English for yr 7/8/9, notes on the Edinburgh accent and my psychology notes. This all because I have all of my subjects (and double lang) tomorrow. And because I'm lazy.

So, really, I should go and do that now. Also, I recommend that people read Daddy by Sylvia Plath; the woman was amazing and this poem, however cruel and (yes, ok, I admit it) disturbing, it is still anamazing piece of work.

Channel 4 is showing S4 TWW starting from tomorrow; yay! I was thinking, now I'll see Rob Lowe twice a week, won't I? Speaking of, The Lyon's Den wasn't awful but it wasn't great either. Well, apart from the ending: jeez! It's like she's turned over to the dark side...again. And ch. 15 is going to be abc1; they'll be showing Sports' Night: again, woo!

I'm all with the happies now :o)

Ooh! Happy Birthday Sara Sidle, heh!

Bad

Not so happy now. Yes, I only just posted like a minute ago. But I just got a call from Dad to say gran fell this morning and is in hospital. She cracked her pelvis; they're operating tomorrow.

[Please take care of her].