My alarm went off when I was really fast asleep, and I thought to myself, 'Oh, but I can just go back to sleep, it's a Sunday', put my head back on the pillow, closed my eyes... and realised it was in fact, Monday. Idiot. I then fannied around in the shower, rushed out the house, and had to wait fifteen minutes for a weekly tube pass because the woman at the front of the queue didn't realise 8.30 on a Monday was not a good time to ask the one bloke on the counter a series of stupid f*****g questions! Then I had to watch as the really sexy guy who I try to get on the same train as walked past me as I was in the queue and got on the train, which I missed, I got to uni, hypoventelated at how much work I have to do, caught my crush looking at me during a lecture (I am looking pretty hot today, I have to say), and we all went for a pint this afternoon. (With my crush there, of course). He then went and asked a girl out (but I'm just looking, so that's ok) came home, typed up my work, and I just ate a huge takeaway. I now feel ill because I ate too much. What's that you say? shut up Hatfull, you're talking crap? Oh, ok.