I am Going to Cry at the end of The Old Curiosity Shop.

My day started really badly. Which was good because it meant it could only get better. I woke up at 8am and put alarm on snooze. At least that's what I thought I did. In fact, I pressed 'Dismiss'. Stupid BlackBerry. Who was the clever one who thought to put that button above the snooze? So in the end I woke up at 11:40am when I heard Gail (our cleaner, lovely lady) plugging the hoover in. I shot out of bed and into the shower, but I still wasn't quite quick enough as she wanted to come in and clean my bathroom when I was getting dressed. Slightly embarrassing.

I was very nearly late for my 1:10pm lecture, but I got there with two minutes to spare. I really should have made more of an effort to finish The Old Curiosity Shop as I have now found out the ending and am very sad about it. I won't reveal it on here but I will definitely cry. If I cried at Great Expectations I'm definitely going to cry about poor old Nell.

After the lecture I spent the next three hours in the library. I read about 14 pages of Dickens and about 50-odd pages of Waiting for the Barbarians, which I have a seminar on tomorrow. I am almost there. I should finish that in time. So The Old Curiosity Shop is the priority tonight. (After this blog post...)

I came home and used up the last of a pasta sauce I had left over, and had to shove ketchup, tomato paste and pesto in it to pad it out. Oh student dinners. Pretty much the whole flat was laughing at me as it was a pathetic amount of sauce, and due to the tomato being mixed with a disproportionate amount of pesto it turned a not-so-appetising pink-orange-brown colour. But actually it tasted really good.

This is another really boring blog post. I will think of something interesting to write about soon.

A very old friend of mine, who I miss dearly, has been getting the full info of my Saturday. All I did was send him a kiss over Facebook and he says "DON'T SEDUCE ME YOU SIREN". Now I had forgotten what sirens are, much to my pal's dismay, and he questioned my intelligence. Not happy. But anyway he went on to explain what they are, and now I fully remember learning about them whilst reading Oedipus Rex or something similar. For those of you who also do not know what a siren is, apparently I am one of these wonderful things:

I use this picture especially as I think it is reminiscent of my Emo days. I quite liked the fact that I was being referred to as a mythical creature, even though I protested a little. However, it was ruined it when old friend goes on to say:

"Well you don't sing to sailors

nor are you part fish."

Disappointing.

Spent the last hour over at Flat 22 gossiping about the weekend. I've just got back from running over there in tearful hysterics over something a guy just said to me. But that is not important.

I really really must get on with my reading.

I'm sure I've ended a post with that before.