My body clock is officially American. I go to bed at around 4:30 / 5:00 am and get up eight hours later or so. It isn't too bad I guess, since most of my friends are in their rooms all morning and early afternoon.
Helen made me read to her this evening. She wanted to revise and wasn't taking anything in by reading her book, so I read some for her and she said it helped a lot. I was also told I ought to go into voice acting, which is amusing, but also something I've been told before. Well, that and I ought to be a vicar. Hm...Perhaps not, but it was a nice comment, in any case.
I'm just rather glad that a singer didn't win Britain's Got Talent. We gathered in Rach's room to watch yesterday's Semi-Final and a repeat of tonight's final. It was really nail-biting, which can't be said for quite a few programs on nowadays. (CoughXFactorCough). It was rather refreshing to see a multitude of different people with different talents take to the stage. Ok, so I know I haven't really got any talent to speak of, but to watch other people who had such dedication to what they enjoyed doing was pretty amazing.
It seems as though, once again, Jon has fallen off the ends of the earth. I wouldn't mind, but it was his idea to get back together, and his idea to meet up yesterday. I find it odd. No matter, he's had his second chance, and as much as I truly enjoy his company I'll not degrade myself to be one of those women who'll just sit and wait for when he decides to want to go somewhere and actually turn up for it.
I wrote out another two sticky-notes worth of 'things to do', before I go home. I'm pretty sure most of which can be done at some point next week. It's a shame that it's Sunday tomorrow otherwise I would've gone to Queen's Road and gotten quite a bit done, but I guess there's plenty of writing to be done anyway, so I can get a good start on that stuffs.
