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Got the second draft done.It's good. How good we will see tomorrow..... tbc....

Didn't wake up 'til bout 1 this afternoon, a disgrace i know! Stayed up late watching 'The Brick' which was the most needlessly complex fil I have everseen. It has the little guy from 3rd rock from the sun in it... and... errr i couldnt really tell you much else about it to be honest!!

OH! Went on a date last night also. Went very well. Medical student. Met the night before (keen, i know) but hey it's christmas and we all need company lol.! Really had a good time and hope we will be seeing a lot more of each other

ALSO a very mashed young gentleman urinated on our front window whilst we were watching the brick.... oblivious to the fact we were watching him out of the window he was (roughly) aiming at. Hmmmm... these boys and there drugs. Not cool.

So today I have been cracking on with the dissertation again, re-writing it because I don't think it's up to scratch. Really want that first. It's in on Friday so I need to get my gadger to look at it tomorrow if hes about (dozy scouser) and then get it sorted.

Have cracked the old Neoliberalism stuff now so that shold help.. hmmmm.

Guess the reason things have been getting on top of me is the fact I have let them. No more. Today was a textbook day from when I had a proper job and utilised the minutes as though there weren't enough. Cracked on with uni work and finally got the damn Dissertation proposal done (with a week to spare I might add - please please don't rip it to shredds nice Mr. Tutor man!!)

Frequented the gymnasium for the first time in yonks too. Have been feeling more and more guilty about not training when it comes to races with my crew (i'm not talking street, i'm a rower). So that was excellent! And the proceeding shower has given me a radox-esque lift!

Finally I did my monthly shop. Not because i'm absolutely skint do I only nip down to the International supermarket in time for the new moon, I just am too lazy and pinch my housemates food instead CONTROVERSIAL!! Best of all the full shop only set me back £19.40 and I got a shed loada stuff. Sad to go on about food but i'm gonna cos, well, it's pretty fundamental really aint it?! I got like a litre of chilli sauce for a quid i think and loadsa cheap veg.

So to summarise the above.... I wrote an essay, had a shower and went shopping. When will the excitement end! xx

The street where i live has another street backing onto it. It's like any crooked, decaying inner city street across England. The 'Hairdressers' (although we're convinced it's a cover for some more sinister goings on) always has several PHAT motors outside. One of them has a very loud car alarm. It likes to wake us up. Lots. But is it the car alarm or my housemate SCREAMING "For f's sake you f'ing c's" that wakes the neighbours? We'll never know.

Another of my housemates split with his ex about a month ago, got back with her after seeing another girl briefly (who he then had to break up with) and then preceeded to break up with the first girl (again) and has now hopped (or probably briskly jogged with grin across face) back to the second girls house this very eve (after saying he needed 'some time')! What's the crack with girls being so gullable anyway. I'm not deliberately being controversial but i've never met a woman who has confessed to being anything but 'a strong woman who won't take any shit from you... no sirrreee'. Yet you all seem to crumble. Why? Perhaps the men are all simply scum, or there's some female agenda going on that is over my head. Ah well. We'll never know.

Thought I would write a blog because the T.V. told me to. The lady said how expressing herself as a sexual being was liberating, the camp guy said he felt acknoledged because of the attention his blog recieved. Anyway, hell, broadband must have its uses whilst you're at uni for more than the occasional bargain from Play.com and some frittering away at 888... right?

So, my blog. Will just tell the story of my life from this point in time. So let me tell the proverbial, or perhaps metaphoric, 'you' a little about the author:

Fred is 22, he lives in Leeds, W.Yorkshire (England) as a final year student.

He lives with four male coursemates. Fred is heterosexual but for some reason enjoys flirting with gay men.

Fred enjoys good company, his independance, music from Robert Johnson to Portishead to Radiohead and beyond. Fred is an infrequent drug user who enjoys all-night Drum and bass parties around the area he lives.

Other than the sentimentals above, Fred is pretty lonely around Christmas. Despite close family and friends he doesn't have that special someone and has passed up on the love of what he thought the perfect woman. Why? Not too sure but if there is someone who fits the mould perfectly then they won't be too dis-similar from her. Fred thinks about her when he's lonely, not because he still loves her. And that doesn't warrant wasting her time.

God, this wasn't supposed to become so sombre! No more 3rd Person references I (that's right, 'I') promise. Oh, and also I am going to try and avoid the whole exclamation mark after every sentence and cliff-hanger-esque use of ...... so cliche....!!!