Warning:

I am not feeling v coherent today; so if you are the kind of person who does well with linear graphs and bar charts and who actually uses a compass to draw circles, you probably would be better off not reading this.

Yesterday after my glorious swim (in which I turned about four shades copperer), it started to rain. More like bluster, actually- think Dorothy and Toto in Kansas.

Aaaand me being me; I decide it would be suitably liberating and poetic to hop around in the rain. So I do.

Aaaand me being me, I then proceed to spend the rest of the day falling sick.

Today's lie-in definitely helped, though. I slept from midnight to 10am- that now makes me the official Owner Of More 2010 Sleep Hours Than Every NJCian A-Leveller Combined.

And then I spent the rest of the day making Econs notes (before you get worried, Josh, I only did one chapter), rummaging through my mum's makeup box for loot, writing songs, drinking tea, emailing ex-lovers, and doing generally un-A-Levelly stuff.

Mum: "You emailed him? I thought you two were officially ex-communicado!"

Cara: "Yes, but I was feeling particularly forgiving today."

Later on... Mum: "You're definitely feeling very forgiving today. You even like Ellie."

Ellie, for the benefit of you who have not yet met my three deceptively doe-eyed nuisances- is my English cocker spaniel. I would like her better if she didn't jump around/yap at my friends/roll over for strangers/ransack the trash can so much.

... I wish I had a pet snake. Too bad that's, like, illegal here.

And speaking of animals.

...Back off my brother, you hyenas.

I will stand over him like a lioness and I will take down the first of you who dares to lay your dirty paw on him.

Take it out on me. Don't take it out on him- he is only just beginning to grow strong.

Aaaanyway.

I have to knuckle down to The Reality Of Life and stop living for the weekend so much. Although, tbh, at the rate I've been going, every day has been sort of semi-weekend. Which would be well and good in - say, Australia- ....but NOT. HERE. I will get eaten alive here.

Which is why- right after this blog post- I am going to go off and do my Normal Distribution Tutorial; while playing Our Lady Peace so I feel that much cooler. (which isn't much, but it helps)

And then maybe tonight, I'll continue work on my NAGC prose entry, because that'll probably the one thing I can make any headway on today. So maybe my As are unsecured, my future is uncertain, and my eyebrows look totally weird after what the eyebrow lady did to them. But at least there are brow pencils, and at least I still have Words.

...so I'll write.

I'll write a story that everybody already knows and say "this is a story about Love".

I'll give them the candlelight, the windows in a lonely city, the man, the woman, the wrong time, wrong place, right cliches.

And they will love it. They will rave. They will write me little memos saying how creative, how fresh, how ingenious...

but they don't know that I just dressed it up in pretty words. It's been staring them in the face all along; and that's what kills me, you fools, you pretenders- you think you've lived ten, twenty, fifty years and so you know all about Feelings and Emotions but you don't know nix.

Ultimate irony: I'm one of you.

...Okay, Cara, /endangst.

Think Happy Thoughts! I'm off to write my "story about love".