I'm a soul man...

I'm going to Buxton tomorrow, on a World Challenge training expedition, and I come back on Wednesday. I'm kinda looking forward to it, but kinda not. It should be good fun, but it'll probably be really cold and wet and tiring (I don't care if I'm a wimp). And there's the Meningitis Ball (a.k.a. FDL) on Wednesday night, which should mean that by Thursday morning I'll be dead. Fun. But it should be good, I think I'll enjoy it. The bad thing is that the price of the train tickets from Buxton to Chelmsford doubled in price in the last few days. It's not exactly bad, people don't mind paying it cos otherwise they'd have to get a bus and miss FDL, but it's still annoying that we could have paid half the price.

I need to write my French oral presentation soon. It's on the French Occupation and Resistance. And I need to sort out my German one too - the Reunification. These are all important events and topics so deserve capital letters.

And I should do some art too. Awwwwww... I'm in no mood to work.

I'm feeling a bit confused at the moment (and that doesn't mean confused about my sexuality, anyone who giggles at that... as I would), I'm kinda a bit sad and annoyed and betrayed and then also just kinda indifferent. I'm a strange child...