Been ages since an update. Still loveloveloving the new flat. Never did get round to a proper flatwarming, but had a coupla impromptu, post-work 7am miniparties. One involved a bouncer pissing on my sister's bedroom carpet and the other involved a Bucky bottle chucked oot the window but generally speaking they were pretty civilised.

Exams are over! They went... alright, I think. I did VERY well in curbing the partying in the run-up to them, but not so well in the actual studying front. The temptation to dive to Optimo the night before my 9.30 Monday exam was very nearly irresistable. I dunno, I'm glad they're over but it's also like "RIGHT WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITH MYSELF ALL SUMMER?" Really need to get another job before I climb the walls, papped my CV about and there's a bar that seemed pretty interested, but I think it's mostly just weekend shifts they'd want me to do. Would be amazing if I could just get a weekday fulltime barjob and work the Subby over the weekends. Still loving that job, really not wanting to give it up.

What else...? Lola got an operation and was So Drugged Up when she came back, Lo and I spent that Friday night staying in the flat and crying over what a poor wee soul she was. Bit mad an spinsterish but we do love her so. Thankfully she's back to her lovely glamourous self, although she's still got a wee bald patch on her side.

Stuff with Keith's going amazingly, he's so lovely. It's going on three months now and still seems really exciting, and it's amazingly me living in town cos it means we can spend lotsa time together. He even bought me perfume as "a wee thing for finishing your exams" aww! It's his birthday on Sunday and I can't afford anything decent for him, but I'm gonna cook him up dinner and make him a birthday cake to try n make up for the lack of a decent pressie.

I've *almost* finished unpacking. Only been 7/8 weeks? Just one massive pile of clothes to sort through and wardrobe-ifie. But I have alphabetised my DVDs, books and CDs. Cos I'm a pure loser.

Oh aye, I turned 20 a while ago. So grown up! Had a lovely birthday but ended up spending a couple of hours in A&E cos I was wheezing really badly and my sister was stressing. Nothing serious, but. Just a bit bizzare spending part of your birthday there! Was well ironic, the oxygen they gave me in the ambulance sorted me right out but I still had to wait to get checked oot.

Last night Caitlin, Tricia and I went to the Artschool and then went back to the flat to hide under the table and drink tea. I'm currently rocking along on 90 minutes sleep but feeling surprisingly awright. Work at 10 tonight, might be a whitey.

I sorta wish I had something to complain about so this wasn't YET ANOTHER sickeningly happy entry, but there's really nothing bugging me. I can't afford a haircut so my hair's looking a bit shite, will that do?