Well, my Monday wasn't as bad as I had anticipated. John fucking-arse-licking-fanny-face-dick-rash Joyce hasn't marked the courseworks yet, and won't be 'till after easter. So I have between now and then 'till I get bollocked for not actually attempting to complete half of it. Yay. I'm sure that Mike has now gone from just being funny, to actually trying to make me laugh. Which is a good sign indeed. We were doing impressions of Steve Tyler singing "I don't want to miss a thing". Not missing out, of course, the fact that his mouth is big enough to encompass my head, and he sounds like a hyena at the end of every line. But he still rocks. Like a fucking... rock. Man. Me and Chris then went on to randomly warbling (and it probably deserved more to be described as catawalling than even warbling...) allong to Bon Jovi ballads on Chris's Ipod, but Mike got all jealous because I wouldn't let him have my ear phone. Obviously, because I can't listen to it if he has my earphone. So we came to a comprimise, and I held the earphone near my ear so he pressed his head against mine to listen. Which was nice for a second. And then he said I was headbutting him, and went and pressed his forehead against my nose. And, ladies and gentlemen, his hair is not just hot, it also smells nice. Beat that. But there's this other guy, who kind of reminds me of Charlie. He's got lovely floppy blonde hair. I don't even know his name, but he hangs around with Katie the Gitface's friends, and he made me all hot on the bus on the way home. He wasn't actually there, he didnt need to be. Heh heh... :oD We had a cool gospel choir rehearsal. The concert's on Saturday, so we were rehearsing with the band. And we rocked God's ass off. I'm gonna go make hot chocolate. Laters losers.