i can't stand eggs. i don't understand why everyone loves eggs so much, like they're mini chicken gods. i mean, they're basically shelled poos aren't they because they aren't babies anymore...except sometimes when you crack an egg theres a little teeny embryo in there, who would eat that?!
it makes me feel sick. this one time when i was staying with a french student at her house in france, they served we steak soup with egg in it. well, it was like salt water with bits of bleeding stake and boiled egg floating in it. but actually, the stake wasn't floating so i'm lieing - it had pretty much sunk and the egg was just bobbing about on top. it was the most disgusting thing in the whole world ever. they ate some weird food, that family. for breakfast one morning i had a bowl of milk and cucumber. i hate and am allergic to milk.

in other news, i spent 4 hours straight planning my life with nadia today. we didn't get very far and just pictured ourselves in our scummy london squat, eating all day and becomin too fat to change our shoes.


i really want to dye my hair, but i'm not sure what colour? i've already done blonde this year and my hair is dead from all the bleach. i've had it dark brown for a couple months and i'm bored of it now, and it's faded to light brown anyway. i feel boring and poo coloured and i need to change it but i don't want anything horrid like black or red and i don't really think there ARE any more hair colours. i wish i'd never dyed my hair.
and in addition to this, i have foreign film club tomorrow and i'm not sure whether i'll go because i have watched so many foreign films over the past few weeks i think i'm becoming a foreign film. and i want to house hunt, also. because next year is suddenly becoming very close and very real. i have 5 months left of education and then i'm out in the 'real world', so i really should get my act together. i want to work in a little independant book shop with cracked leather sofas and wrought iron tables and chairs outside where they serve coffee and carrot cake. i want to read all day and sell books on a little ancient till that breaks all the time and i say things like 'this bloody till is so useless, why can't we get something more modern?' but i don't mean it and i love the old till really. i want there to be lots of local artists and poets that come into the book shop to get inspiration for thier chosen art form, and tell me all about their current projects, and finally i'd like to be someones muse.
good day, sir