I've got glasses!! I am a specky four eyes! They're not nice glasses, seeing is despite my attempts at gentle persuasion (for example: "Oh my god you are so fucking tight! What kind of a mother are you?!... blahblahblah") my mother was somewhat reluctant to spend a measly £185 on some Miss Sixty ones. How rude. But I got 'magical' bendy ones instead (the word magical being donated by Joe) which my fellow college goers took as an invitation to bend them at liberty, at one point in attempt to shove them in Joe's mouth. I'm not sure whether it was me or Joe who was more distressed... I was with Joe for most of today, and we're no longer trying to hide the fact that we blatently are an item. Well at least not from James, but he's just not getting the hint! So many times have we said or done really obvious things and he's just not got it. Oh well. Can't say we didn't say anything... I'm staying at Joes on Friday which should be cool, only he keeps singing really loud in public which could get annoying. Meh.