College is OK. Mood is pooey. But Joe doesn't piss me off any more because he's not there!! Not at all!! Ever!! So whether he crawled into a little corner and got stuck and died of starvation, or whether he descovered how much of a dickhead he is and decided to be a good samaritan and end his life so that the rest of us don't have to suffer living with him, or whether he's just avoiding me, I don't know. I really do not know. Aaaaaaand I don't care! Yay for me! Coursework has finished blagging my head, as I've given up on half of it in the hope that I can give the other half in and John Joyce will understand and not eat me. I told him my Sibelius wasn't working, which is true, allthough the other thing that I told him about me actually having done some work on it wasn't true, nor was my claim that I was trying to sort it, or had any intention of actually doing the coursework at all. Oh well. I got 3 destinctions and a merit on the last one. So he loves me. One would hope. I'm tired and in need of a bath. Tommy rang me tonight. He's got a kitten. A black one with white socks called, ironically enough, 'Socks'. I told him that I want a black kitten with white socks. He said he'd try and remember next time he posts something. Yay! Kitten in the post! Aaaaaaannnd then we went on the discuss how the kitten would probably claw it's way out of the envelope (even though Tommy was going to put bubble wrap in it, and seel it with a special wax seel because I wanted one 'cause I've never had one before) and run off, and make lots of baby black cats with white socks and take over the world. Yep, that's me and Tommy. :oD