Crisps

Crisps have been a large part of my life over the past few days. In a bid to cheer myself up I’ve been sampling a large range of different potato products, fermented-grape products and also been underwear shopping. Because when better to spend vast amounts of money on underwear when you have nobody to see it?

He’s speaking to me at least, which is in improvement in some ways. Last time we spoke ended up in both of us crying down the phone, and he is a stubborn boy who does not cry. I miss him so.

I went in to see my tutor about my exams the other day – on top of heartbreak, I am in the midst of final year exam hell – and she managed to worm the story out of me. I thought I was acting like a normal, non-heartbroken member of society but she could obviously tell something was up, and made me sit down and talk to her. I’ve been managing very well to not cry in public, but somehow her office has the effect of making me break down regardless of if anything is wrong or not. As soon as she said ‘Emily… what is it, you’re obviously not ok’ I had to hold back the tears. I managed it though. And she told me that I’m wonderful, and not a horrible person. And also that I did very well on the two exams I’d taken so far (also that she’s not allowed to tell me that) and a number of other lovely things which made me leave her office with a swollen head, but feeling much happier. Don’t you love fantastic tutors? She’s not even my personal tutor – he’s the latter end of fifty, called Dick and has little to no idea who I am.

Anyway, enough of my self-pity. I have hundreds of facts to learn and am in such a blind panic about it that I’m unable to learn anything. Every time a new fact goes in my head, it pushes out an old one.

Some bastard in my house (and I have a good idea which particular bastard) has used almost my entire box of washing powder. Really nice washing powder too. I’ll have to sniff everyone and see who smells nice in order to catch the culprit. I hate living with boys.

God, what a whingy entry. Things I like: my friends, my mother, crisps (think this may have already been established), sleeping, Will Young naked (for like, half a second – had to freeze frame but worth it – seriously, it’s down to his knee), past exam papers.

See. Life is grand.