yesh, i know i promised.
but comon, can you really blame a girl who had to
.entertain her friend from Basingstoke for a day
.catch up with online mates after 4wks of no contact
.write an architecture essay
.draft a weird teletubby-style house
.handwash 9 pairs of socks
.read archi books
.force herself to sleep?

no you can't really. so shuddup and siddown!
i heard that people like bloggin just before they hit the sheets.
i personally cannot because somehow eyelids seem to get increasingly hard to keep open while you're trying to type something vaguely interesting.

so let's briefly touch on the important bitties.

my dear Claire from Basingstoke (3hrs away from Plymouth) came all the way down to see me on friday.
Friday was truly a magical, in the sense that i had my first visitor ever and got broadband all in one day.
that was really enough to make me feel special once again, after my recent juncture of loneliness, believe it or not.
as soon as she came, she had to go, leaving on a tra-ain.
(sorry couldn't resist)
i almost cried at the station cus i didn't want her to go.

broadband + skype = long, pointless conversations with people who have mics.
it feels almost like people in my room but not.
does that make sense?
well, it's fun talking to my computer but not when my fellow housemates start thinking i've grown so insane i'm talking to myself alone in my room.
*eyes widen* a bit scary huh...

strangely, i found it immensely hard to get to bed saturday night, resulting in oversleeping sunday morning 1030 service.
i looked at the clock and saw 10am thinking i could maybe rush and still catch a bit of the service.
but then i took a closer look and wait...a minute...10 to 12!!!
my phone screamed 11:50 as i flip it open. "erm...oops?"
*lowers head* i've never overslept church before.
and the thought that justin had been waiting for me wondering where the fudge i am made me cringe a lil'

so i said "jem you WILL sleep early tommorow night and not oversleep your archi fied trip to Castle Drogo."
any bets on what time i woke up this morning?
no let's not bet and just let me say i overslept AGAIN.
i shock myself sometimes which is a nice surprise but definitely not this time.
rolling my eyes once, i fell back on my pillow thinking how i possibly overslept twice consecutively. (with 2 alarms the 2nd time)

apparently i didn't miss anything. i mean, it's a Castle people!
so i had my last sketching lesson today with Mr Fisherman.
this particular "lecturer" is in fact a sculptor and looks just like a fisherman, beard, smell and all.
yes you heard me, smell.
a mixture of handmade cigerettes, alcohol, fish possibly and sweat.
he really wore the same jumper everyday and his hair appeared like the last time it touched soap was 10 years ago.
everytime he spoke to me, i had to lean backward just so i wouldn't pass out.
thank God i survived the last 3 weeks of him telling me exactly how to draw white boxes stacked with umbrellas.
pictures may be uploaded at some time if i find any time at all.
next week! drafting with Hilarie, my Aussie lecturer.

i'm afraid the toilet will have to wait for now but trust me, it'll be worth it. *wink*