Hold your hats, folks!

At some point, I made a calendar of the last three weeks of term. I had planned for a couple people to come visit, as well as the Pride-y, debate-y things I'd hoped to do. Attend all the socials, read and gym in the gaps between.

What actually happened is some Tristan time, and lots of other random things creeping in. LGBT Midlands Coalition meetings, WSAF gigs, meetings with David Preiss (DAVID PREISS!), and so on.

In particular, the last five days have been particularly challenging. I suppose I didn't realise quite how challenging until last night, when, in a delirious haze of exhaustion and headpain, I made a cake and then fell asleep almost instantly.

So. This is what I have done recently.

Thursday: Meeting with David Preiss about 4th year project. To get ready for this, I'd had to read a 12-page document, and then read as much as I could about integration in general. On top of this, my brother had given me a piece of work to do too (writing some text for a website), due for Friday. So, already, the week had been quite full of writing and reading. The meeting went really well, then as soon as it was over, Tristan and I drove madly down the motorway to get to my brother's prize giving. After mingling and wine and dinner and "look this is the family house", we drove all the way back.

Friday: At some point in the early morning, say 3:30, we fell asleep. (I don't have a great deal to say about that bit apart from that it was both fun and amazing.) Woke up, eventually, got my brother's work done and emailed to him by the deadline, then rushed into the shower to see my housemate's band play their final ever gig, at WSAF. Came home, made food, went back out, Crash time. Oh, Crash. Drunken, dance-fuelled madness. Nick, Richard, Zal, Mash, Buzz, Engineering Matt, faces and crowds and wonderful things.

Saturday: Entirely unwonderful things, to start. Including lots of chundering. (I did party extremely hard). Hangover started to subside at about 4 or 5, just in time to rush into the shower AGAIN and get to campus in time for dinner in the Duck and watching more bands play at WSAF including the very fun Lilac Joke, and the ever-awesome Hot Magenta. Then, onto Last Exit. More bands, more dancing, and GUITAR HERO which was really good. I chose to play King Crimson. Seven minutes of guitar noodling at an almost impossible pace. Then, Matt and Buzz played Rush, "The Spirit Of Radio". LOL. That was hilariously awful. But, impossible to play. In the end, it turned out that Matt and Buzz had been looking at each other's corners, so they were playing the wrong stuff :P (Matt still won though). After a while, Tash and I crashed out, so Mash and I went home.

Sunday: A relatively relaxing day. Bus trips around the Canley area to pick up icing pens, since my local supermarket doesn't sell them big enough, and it was too hot to walk around, hence the bus. Finally got home, made some chocolate cake, watched England get thrashed. Iced the cake, decorated the cake, went to campus and back to give Katie a disc for the last acronym film social. Early bed time in time for the day ahead.

Monday: 6:45am start, for a 7:45am taxi onto campus, arriving minutes to 8, to await my lift. Why this horrifically real-person start? To teach debating at a school in the Banbury area! A full day with a group of Year 12s. I had a crib sheet, and it worked pretty well. I was nervous at first, but I grew to feed off their enthusiasm and really enjoyed watching the quieter girls grow in confidence over the course of the day. Lunch was 25 minutes, break was 10, the whole day finished at about 5 or so. Got to campus again at about 6 ish. Went to see Tristan. Began to feel kinda tired. Realised I had a cake to make for him. Took a taxi home, collapsed a bit. After resting for a while, I dragged myself outside to get Chinese takeout and then came home and ate it. I felt a bit better, so made the cake bases. By now, it was approaching 10. I realised I didn't have enough icing sugar. Left the house again to get it. Called home; a family member had died. I'm borrowing some of Mom's black clothes to wear for the funeral. (My first ever funeral, occurring the day before we go on holiday.) Mom'd also been to A&E, for some really bad allergic reaction she had. Got home eventually, icing sugar in tow, fell asleep for about 30 minutes. I couldn't help it, I was just so tired and hurty. All the lights and sounds of the house were just throbbing in my head and my eyes. However, I got myself up, took some Norah Jones downstairs on Audrey and dimmed the lights in the kitchen and iced the cake. After this epic set of manly endeavours, I went to bed and passed out.

I'm not sure exactly what possessed me to ignore everything my body was telling me, so I could finish that cake. It's like I found a strength somewhere. I'm glad I did it though. Not sure I'd have forgiven myself if I hadn't. Cake is SRS BSNS.

I guess people do crazy things when they're in... summertime. Yes, when they are in summertime. (That is clearly the word I want to use.)

A small victory against the forces that do oppress us daily.

Once again, teaching a fresher how to debate. It gets a little old after a while.

Motion: THW allow surrogate mothers to be paid.

1st opp, with a fresher.

Two finalist debaters in the room, the kid that came to Cambridge with me, and a curiously attractive 7 foot tall philosopher judging the room.

No material in my speech since I gave it all to my fresh partner. Blank pages, speaking second after Z iron manned from first prop, five minutes to fill.

Result: SECOND PLACE.

Pretty ace, really.

Catch up!

Two debating competitions: the IV for university students, the school tournament for school kids. Predominantly reasonably cute sixth-form grammar school girls in the schools tournament. That was nice.

Junk food week of DOOM. Tuesday, Ben and Jerry's fest. Wednesday, Pizza Hut with Dave. Thursday, Curry Night. Friday, chinese takeout with Tristan. Saturday, chicken and chips. There's plans to eat at Varsity on Monday. My poor fat-clogged arteries must be begging for mercy now.

Glitterball was a big worry until it happened and nothing went wrong at all. I was quietly organisational, people noticed, I kissed my lovely boyfriend, everyone got home safe, the food was great, my dress fitted me.

Battle of the Bands. My housemate and his band came THIRD (travesty!) despite the crowd feeling they'd at least come second. Such is life. Again, cue the lovely boyfriend. Sometimes you forget how nice it is to just kiss for ages and ages and cuddle a little bit.

Debating confidence wiggles. The IV kinda kicked it out of me a bit (one of the DCA's didn't exactly take a shine to me), but Schools made me feel good about myself again. I called it right, I chaired a room, I gave warm and sunny feedback to ALL the children.

Sleep. The plan was: stay at Tristan's, eat junk food, watch a movie, go to bed fairly early and get to Schools on time. We ended up going to bed quite late and not actually sleeping until 3 or 4. Waking up at 7 wasn't very fun. But, going to sleep on Saturday night, after Tristan coming over to eat junk food and watch Clueless with me while drinking Strongbow and gin, was bliss.

The sky is perfectly blue. There's a little bit of a breeze. I'm listening to Lady Gaga and Robbie Williams. I have spent the past few weeks trying to make various people feel good about themselves in various ways (myself, debaters, Priders, Tristan, schoolkids). Sheraz gave me a cuddle and told me I wasn't awful at all, and in fact quite alright.

I got the calls right in rooms! I justified my decision and actually agreed with myself!

I have lots of plans, short term and long term. I might even have time to read some maths, or perhaps just read for pleasure. Although maths seems more sensible.

Honestly, I don't think things have been this busy and THIS GOOD for such a long time.

The best part is something that kinda made me feel sad this morning. I woke up alone, and it felt very strange. It didn't feel right. The more I think about how my life's going, it's all become possible because of him. He's the lynchpin of my confidence and success... I don't think I could do all this stuff without him. I'm pretty excited to see him again tonight :)

Tales of Cambridge

So, the plan was that I'd go to Cambridge, judge, and then gain brownie points in order to speak somewhere I'd like (perhaps Cardiff, or even Euros next year). I waited at the arranged spot, and a fresher turns up, who I will call N. I've not seen N before, although he managed to get a chairing spot his very first time judging (it doesn't matter that it was a bin room).

You see, he wasn't supposed to be coming. It was supposed to be G and C, two experienced debaters, but C had to do work on Friday night, and G overwhelmed himself with coursework. So, N stepped in, and good little lady L would be joining us at Cambridge (she was in London, for some reason, and would make her own way there).

I told him the plan: he and L would speak, I would judge, all would be well. T comes to pick us up in his stylish automobile, we pick Z up from the train station, and away we go.

About five minutes before rounds are due to start, L has not arrived. After much frantic calling and texting, she eventually says she'll be late, arriving at about seven, which is too late to speak, but okay for judging.

So. I am not judging. I am speaking at Cambridge. A prestigious event. Universities sending their best teams from around the world. Speaking with a fresher partner I didn't get to know beforehand. Nervous, much?

I resign myself to it. I figure I should just treat this as a session. Even if we get to the bins, we're bound to win at least one room, or come second or something.

Round One: THW reduce welfare payments to parents whose children break the law.
Position: 2nd Opp
Result: 4th

The SOAS team who eventually broke to the final were 1st Opp. They stole all the material and left us with nothing to work with. I thought we might have at least scraped the 3rd, but oh well. The team that did come 3rd didn't do anything but 4th the rest of the competition, so we really ought to have beaten them in that room. But, it happens sometimes.

Here, we ate a quick dinner. Chicken and stuffing panini. N's face was a little long, but I took it on the chin (as always).

Round Two: THB that it should be illegal to incite others to boycott an election.
Position: 2nd Prop
Result: 2nd

Success! 1st Prop talked a lot about boycotting, which isn't really the key here. It's incitement. That's the world. So, we talked about that. The three judge panel were split on my summary. Two of them thought it was massively kick-ass, but one (the chair!) thought it was less so. So, we could have got the first, but I was still pleased that we'd recovered from the previous room.

Then it was chilling out time, and then onto our crash to sleep.

Bright and early the next morning, we wandered through Cambridge, getting pretty lost and eventually arriving at the Union, where muffins and croissants were the breakfast options (like!)

Round Three: THW replay international sporting events if an extreme umpiring error affects the result.
Position: 1st Prop
Result: 4th

It's a motion that's easily countered by "What about live video replays?" so we had not a lot of hope to begin with. Through some stroke of fortune, one of the Euros finalists had managed to get a 4th and 2nd coming into the third round too, so we ended up meeting in this room. He tore N's speech apart, then when I did mine, I got his name wrong... He was partnering someone who could have easily been his (more excitable) twin, so, of course, having a 50/50 chance, I got the name wrong. How embarrassing.

Up to this point, we were told where we'd come in the debate. To create tension for the potential breaking teams, the judges would not tell us in the rooms anything - not even personal feedback. However, due to the glory of The Tab (results sheet), I was able to find out afterwards.

Round Four: THBT the USA should pay war reparations to Vietnam.
Position: 1st Opp
Result: 1st

When a motion says "This House Believes That", it's supposed to be arguing on principals. Are the USA responsible for Vietnam? Will war reparations help Vietnam? As Opp, you're generally supposed to counter those principles with other principles, or just take theirs to pieces. What we decided to do was talk about practicalities of paying the money. Which I thought was a dumb idea, except it worked. It's a little like saying that everyone should give to charity, but if you're so poor that giving to charity would cause a greater harm than the one you'd solve with the money, then you shouldn't give to charity. I also talked about "money not fixing culture" and "punishing the young for crimes of the old". They seemed to like it anyway.

So, convinced we'd lost the last room in a blazing flame of glorious awfulness, I was just hoping for a motion I could just bash around the room. And then it arrived. It's as if all the debating god just shone their love upon me.

Round Five: THW allow children over the age of 13 to obtain gender-reassignment surgery without parental consent.
Position: 2nd Prop
Result: 1st

This was a topic about which I knew both facts and heard experiences. I knew the challenge would be transferring all of this into a debate-analysis speech, and I did this. I shot down the transphobes at 1st Opp, I spoke beautifully analysed truths, and I just felt damned glorious giving that speech. I came out of that room knowing it'd gone well, knowing I'd won. I was just beaming.

So, getting the tab back, I was expecting to have won the last room. I was stunned to find we'd won the fourth too, and we ended up 50th on tab, out of 108 teams.

Best of all, I was the highest speaker on tab for our institution! Glory and fame was mine (for the next four days or so), but still. It shows how far I've come since that day when Ed destroyed me in the prostitution room in fresher year and I just cried for hours.

Life was as good as it possibly could be.

Debate nerdery, at its finest.

So, just over a week ago, I went to an IV - this stands for inter-varsity, and it's what we call debating competitions. The fine institution of Cambridge was hosting this. They changed from open motions to closed. Let me explain to you what this means, for you non-debaters and noobs out there.

When we debate, we have two teams pretending to be the government in power, and two pretending to be the opposition. We speak alternately - prop, opp, prop, opp - until everyone has spoken once. We debate about motions, things that should be either put into law, or considered as a moral standpoint. The first speaker proposing the motion has to set up the debate. They clarify key words, if necessary, and then outline a procedure if they want to implement some sort of scheme related to the motion.

This is the type of motion you see in closed motion debates.

This House Would Legalise Drugs.
This House Believes That The USA Should Pay War Reparations to Vietnam.

The motion is clearly telling you the debate is about drugs, or Vietnam, and that is what you debate. If you're not debating that, you will not win. If the first proposition team decide they want to debate about monkeys and housepets, they will lose.

Open motions are another kettle of fish. You get almost non-sensical motions, such as:

This House Would Fear The Reaper.
This House Would Raise The Roof.

You're not supposed to literally debate reapers or roofs. If you are the first proposition team, you will have come to the competition with your favourite motion to propose. The motion is purposely vague so that the debate is basically about whatever the first proposition want it to be. In this case, if they want a debate about monkeys and housepets, as long as they can tenuously create a link between their motion and the "motion" set before them, they are good to go. (Of course, if it's a silly idea, the opposition should tear them to shreds, and the proposition will lose.)

For both styles, you are told what side of the debate you are on, and you have fifteen minutes from the announcement of the motions to prepare for the debate.

In closed motions debate, everyone has fifteen minutes to say, "This motions is about Vietnam and reparations, okay. Let's think about those things." In particular, opposition know what they are facing and can prepare ideas that will most likely be relevant in the context of what the first team say.

In open motions, the first proposition team have fifteen minutes to perfect their brainchild. The other three teams have fifteen minutes to grab some coffee, take a slash, flirt with the judges, and wonder what the frak they are going to eventually debate about.

What this means is that, in open motions, the first speaker for the opposition has the length of time that the first proposition speech takes up to prepare.

Some love the thrill of not being prepared and just running on adrenaline. Others dislike the inevitable drop in quality of debate (although some open rooms get fabulously zany).

So, some people liked the change to closed, others did not.

The general consensus was that Cambridge did it to improve the image of the IV from "fun open tournament" to "Worlds prep", where Worlds is the World University Debating Championships and is considered to be A Big Deal to debate folks like myself.

Coming in the next installment... how your intrepid author got a room with a Euros finalist, ignored the advances of a soon-to-be lawyer and got medical advice from a drunken med student.

Euros 2009!

Well, wasn't that fun! 7 rounds of judging, quarter- and semi-finals for the main competition and the ESL teams, and two finals in the most gorgeous building in Newcastle.

I should thank a few people and things for making this Euros the awesome thing it was. Thanks to:

• Russell and Oskar for spending their time, money and sanity on us debaters.
• That guy in the room debating using the placebo effect who claimed that he could be a Vietnam marytr. I didn't get it then, I don't get it now.
• Joe, for being older, wiser and always willing to talk to me.
• James, for having breakfast with me on the first morning.
  
• Lewis, for being sexy (!) and good at judging.
  
• Ben, for being fun, Swedish-Israeli and giving me good feedback so I didn't have to judge bins anymore.
  
• Elena, for being beautiful and uncomplicated.
• Cal, Neil, David and Michael, for being themselves.
• Chris from York, who is still alive, but probably very ill...
  
• Dom, who wore a three-piece suit, Converses and Tardis cufflinks to the end of tournament Black Tie event.
• Sarah, who had a fit of hysterics at the most inappropriate joke I've ever told.
• The Turkish contingent, for the most enthusiastic cheering of Galatasaray A.
• The three Oxford teams in the final who had to accept that they were not loved as much as Tel Aviv A were for breaking to finals.
• Tel Aviv A, for wearing Stewie and Homer ties during their final speeches, and enduring TWELVE rounds of debates, since they broke to ESL semis and the main final.
• Oxford A, for winning. JLM, for best speaker.
• Dan for being best speaker for our institution. Woot!
• Mashall, for looking drop dead gorgeous on the final night.
• Nati, for the killer wink and general friendliness.
• Emile, for getting me home while I stumbled around drunk, being James Bond and making a gun shape with my fingers.
• Chris, for helping me realise how important love really is.
• Zal, for helping me realise that I can do whatever I want to.
• Caylee, for explaining Kosher to me.
• The guy with the Blind Guardian bag who never talked to anyone and just read and listened to music.

I have probably not included several people who were fun, amusing, or generally nice to me. But, there certainly were a lot! I had a really really great time. Next year, it's in Amsterdam, hosted by Bonaparte. Hopefully, I might get an opportunity to go to Euros once more!

It's official!

I'm going to EUDC Newcastle '09!

The debate crowd for a whole week. Sadly, the outgoing Presidente will not be joining us.

Slap bang in the middle of summer break - a week of motions, jokes beginning with "This House Would", people reminiscing about Estonia, name-dropping and connection-making.

I wonder if last year's winning team, Will Jones and James Dray, will be about this year. They are current European champions AND World champions as well. Really good debaters. I assume they will be in Newcastle doing *something*.

It looks like it'll be a great week. Maybe once I kick myself out of the funk I'm in, I'll get a bit more enthusiastic. We'll see.

At least it's in Newcastle this time. I could book train tickets and make it pretty cheap for myself. I'll sort that out later.

(And, if I had to choose between Will and James, and only pick one, I'd go for Will. James is South African and speaks lovely, but Will is gay and I reckon we might have fun boy-spotting and talking about things. Of course, the preferable option is to have both.)

EDIT: It looks like they won't be competing. They claim that Worlds was their last competitive debate. Don't blame them; quit while you rule the world and everyone (on the Circuit) knows your name.

Good times.

My p-adic presentation for maths went well! People laughed, and I knew what I was talking about!

I told David I loved him... and we had cuddles and sleeping and that was awesome too.

iTunes DJ is throwing up some awesome music I'd forgotten I owned.

I'm getting used to the idea of being U and Q [as in Unidentified and Queer from the LGBTQUA...+ queer stuff], and realising the freedom it gives me to express myself exactly as I want to every single day. I don't have to feel like I can't wear a skirt, and I can just wear scruffy tees and jeans if I feel that way.

Breasts are okay. I can live with them. I have for 9 years already! At least I don't get bullied for having them. :D

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I care about something! It is the debating society website. Nobody else seems to. They have demoted webmaster down to a sub-exec position, and seemingly forgetting that the internet is a tool that desperately needs to be used. Socials that aren't publisized hard enough on Facebook fall flat - like the interal debate that tried to happen on Wednesday. People coming to see what we're about look at our website, and the first impression they get is that we're potentially not that good.

And, nobody will offer the current webmaster, Tristan, any helpful advice to make the website look good.

So I told him what I would like to see, features that can be improved for usability, and general stuff.

He said I was the only one that cared. I think it's because I can see what the society can do for me, and what it's already done for me, and I truly want to give back to it, and let it continue after I'm gone. I'm not really in it for an exec position to put on my CV, or just to break at University X's IV...

I will keep helping him. Somebody needs to make him feel appreciated for the work he's doing.

Frozen precipitation, and the subsequent cessation of everything...

Yes. There was snow. And everything has kinda failed a little.

This has been the only day so far when lectures have actually been outright cancelled for us. It would have been okay if most people were within walking distance on campus - but of course they aren't. Most are in Leamington, separated from a hive of learning by death trap icy roads.

They've run out of grit in most places, or down to essential supplies. And, since rock salt is transported by road, it's not looking likely that supplies will be arriving swiftly. We can only hope that the weather clears up soon.

I am going with the debate lot to Cardiff, and so far that's looking like it will go ahead... we will have to wait and see what the weather is like tomorrow.

My essay is within epsilon of completion!

\begin{celebration}
Oh yay. Yay yay yay yay! :)
\end{celebration}

Now, to proofread, print... and start an essay on Hilbert spaces. *sigh*

I ate so much pizza that I can't really do anything at all. Oh dear.

Moar proofreading!

*fist shaking*

I've been getting really involved in the fringes of the mechanics behind debate organisationals. It's really cool to be able to give back.

In other news, oh dear God, I'm going to DIE from all this work and deadlines that just seem to creep closer and closer, with no sense of remorse or mercy.

And... instead of working while I still can, I am wasting my good brain time blogging and moaning about my problems rather than doing something.

Fail.

Monday, modulo week... again.

Time is going too fast.

I realised there's an Algebra assignment I didn't even pick up that's due in for Monday.

I have a Numerical Analysis assignment due on Friday.

My essay is due in two weeks time.

My second essay isn't even planned, and I have to hand in a plan on Wednesday.

The next two weekends aren't even mine; we're hosting our IV this weekend, and I am going to Cardiff to debatemarate, and that means the loss of two Friday-to-Sunday working slots.

I have a supervision now... I suppose I should get ready for that.

There's so much to do, and not enough time to do much fun stuff. I made the decision to debate weekly, rather than twice weekly, to give myself time to work on Wednesday afternoons. I do miss seeing them, but I get a lot of work done, since lectures finish at noon, and I have the rest of the day to work.

Argh. I'm running late. >_<

Kevin Bacon?

Sure, we're all connected to Kevin Bacon, apparently, in six steps or less. Meh. My ex, a self-confessed man-whore, has dated a woman who slept with Russell Brand, so I'm sure I'm pretty close with that.

What I find really weird is when I find myself forming two completely distinct social groups, and then realising there's a link between them...

Example the First: the aforementioned ex, and my current boyfriend.

I met the ex through a friend I met in a chatroom. It's an excellent story (sort of). I was 15 (ish), he was 22 (ish) but I think he shaved off a couple of years so I'd keep talking to him. Ha. We talked, we talked more, and we almost ended up together. But one fateful LiveJournal entry stopped that from happening... The ex thing happened - we all know that story - and I met David at university. Given his spartan approach to friendmaking (keep very few around you, but make them AWESOME) I didn't expect the manwhore to be connected to him at all.

Ex knows Jo, I have no idea how. They probably just met or slept together. Jo is the sister of Hagrid, Hagrid being O's significant figure, and O being a school friend, and regular friend, of David.

Freaked me out when Facebook alerted me to this!

My other examples are not quite so cool, but still a little bit weird.

School connecting with debating. Do not like. School wasn't horrendous - I wasn't bullied, or beaten - it was just... a bit crap. University's bringing out the best in me, and school brought out the worst. Regarding the people from school, I'm partly sad and partly not... I only talk to two people from school regularly. It's reaffirmed what I always thought about most of my schoolfriends; we we friends because of proximity, and lack of another clique to join. It wasn't really much due to who I am as a person, otherwise they would have kept me.

Anyway!

Debater, Claire. Lives in Rootes with Minch, a boy who was in my Latin class, ignored me most of the time and was slightly snarky with me the rest of the time. He took a gap year, travelled the world, came to the same uni as me to study Classics. I saw him the other day, and we just muttered hi and walked away. I wasn't ignored, I wasn't fully acknowledged. I was quite happy. :p

Debater, Ed. Has a (cute!) girlfriend, Jess, who is friends with Caroline, a girl I actually did quite like at school. Couple years younger than me, but fun to hang out with in the school hours when we just happened to be in the same area. Ed does live within 10 miles of me, so I guess it was to be expected. :)

Facebook told me all about these lovely connections I have with people. My ideal situation of having empty intersections between sets of friends (I don't count myself as being a person linking groups here) has been somewhat sledgehammered to bits and then put into cake, and nommed by David, who likes the nom.

Oh well. Given that I've not got very much left to hide anyway, I don't think it's a problem anymore.

Weirdness...

So, what's been happening? Lots, I guess.

D and I have been cuddleh-snuggleh, and that has been so awesome-cool. Sometimes, I just look at him, and go Zomg! cos he's well cute, innit.

Warwick Debating Society had their [infamous?] Term 1 internal competition. It was a truncated version of a regular IV [debating competition with other unis] except we had two rounds, no semi final, just a break to final. The style of debating we do is in pairs; freshers were allowed to pick another fresher to pair with, and everybody else who didn't or couldn't pick was put into the random pool.

I got paired up with Jonny, who's basically the best fresher and also THE TALLEST BOY IN THE WORLD. He's about 6'4. Our team was named "Little and Large" - lol. I realised we had a really good chance of breaking to the final, which was a bit nerve-making, because I am pretty scared of success.

The two rounds came and went. I was pretty unconfident about how I did, unsurprisingly. So, when they announced the top four teams, and Little and Large was announced third, I was shocked!

The final was... hilarous. We were debating the motion "This House Would Enforce Condom Usage In Pornography", and we were opposing it. I got to talk for 7 minutes about porn, and wanking. Hooray!

We didn't win. But, Jonny won Best Novice, which made me pleased, because even though he was the one that made himself the best, your partner can either improve you or drag you down, so I was pleased that we worked well together. I might even go to Leeds/York IV with him, and chillax and whatnot. :)

For some reason, I got really ill for a bit last night! Super weird. I had a headache, then I felt sick and weak, and bright lights hurt my eyes... I got round Tesco for some bits and then collapsed and fell asleep for a little while. After a couple hours of sleep, I felt much better. :)

Assignments are EVIL AND MUST DIE. Or, just... go away! Nargh.