Don't read this; it's long and boring!

Just sitting in the library... bit bored and all. Hmm. I was supposed to be meeting my friend Helena at 12 but she texted and said she couldn't come, so now the only reason I'm here (besides my lecture at 1, which I don't think I'll be going to now that Helena's not) is to pick up an essay at 2. I've already got one essay back today and I'm quite angry about it... I mean at myself, because the fact that I failed is my fault. My mark was bought down from a 62 to a 45 because I turned it in late, so I got a fail instead of a B-. Totally my fault. Otherwise it was an average essay. But the other one will hopefully be better, god I hope I passed.

Dad replied to an email I sent him saying that his girlfriend, who works for the government (in some way I don't know of) says to check with Government Services in Wellington to see if they have jobs. So that's three options now: the government, a supermarket or something else in Wellington. Our e-mail s are always three line things with a couple kisses at the end. As I'm sure most of you know my parents are divorced (oh, woe is me!), and my dad and I don't talk much. Still, he says I can come and visit him in the holidays... might as well right? He's getting along in years and his cholesterol's pretty bad. Then again I'll probably have to stay with my dear Auntie Sam, since he's broke and now lives in a one bedroom apartment. That'll show him, spending every night at the pub and living in freaking central Auckland.

Hm, I like it on this floor. Level 7, a quiet floor, lots of bookshelves. I'm at a table facing a window. It's pretty yucky outside... and it poured when I was waiting for the bus to come up here. It was madness.

I'm sorry this post is a bit long. You don't have to read it. It's drivel really. I just have some time to kill. I think after this I'll go to the campus bookstore or something. I can't really afford to buy another book but one of those $13 Penguin Classics with the lovely orange covers can't hurt, right? And then I'll see how busy the Hunter Lounge is. It's probably packed, since it's all grey and drizzly outside.

I didn't sleep last night. For the past week it's been 5am bedtime, up at 3pm, 5am bedtime, up at 3pm... so I decided to right that and pull an all-nighter. I've been up since 3 yesterday afternoon (20 hours and counting). I'm really tired but I have a V by my side and I should make it til 4pm. Then I can sleep until midnight. That's what I do. It's the only way I can be up in time for classes, if I wake up at 3am or something. The only problem is that all the nearest shops are shut and breakfast doesn't begin until 7am, and I'm not really a breakfast person.

Did I say this floor was quiet? Nope. The pipes are making an obscene amount of noise.

That's a cool story, Rosie! Tell it again?

Time to go.

xx