I managed to survive the exams by last minute 'reading up'. Oh like, paper starts at 2, and I pick up a book at 11, or if it starts at 9, I flip through my notes on the train. Okay, it's over anyway. Screw you electronics.

If I could ever get a tattoo - which will be like never, till I slog my way to heaven and ask god if I could get Ami James to tattoo me. Seriously, I love tattoos, since ever. You know, as a kid I saw these guys on teevee with both arms covered with tattooes, I admired them secretly. And rockstars have them pretty much and they looked so beautiful. Ah, like Tommy Lee covered with art- nothing can be more sexy. I prefer tattooes to piercing. Maybe both. Okay well, I like people with piercings all over their face and nipples and everywhere else, like butt crack, whatever. I totally understand why my favourite book character have half of his body tatooed. You know, like half, like his left face and everything, up to where the sun doesn't shine. Ah, my sweet darling Bran.

Oh well, back to what I was saying. If I could ever get a tattoo... it would be a nice BP on my neck. Because you know, BP stands for many things, and don't worry, if I ever get over Barry Pepper, I could use it to represent something else, like British Petroleum, British People, Black Penis (OMG WHAT THE FUCK, DID I JUST SAY THAT?!), Black Panties, Burnt Paper, Bitchy People, you know whatever.

Ah, nah. Not BP. I would love an eye. The jewish eye, or something like that. And wings on my back. That would be spectacular.

Your body is like a canvas. A journal where you document your life. At least, that is how I think, and how I make use of my body. Okay well whatever, it's the holidays!

Last Sunday I made myself a wristlet from a faux leather which cost me 39.90 a metre. and it turned out so pretty. I'll show you someday whenever I get to take a picture.

And lastly, I need to watch Elizabeth I. Cause I missed it when it aired on Hallmark. Bollocks. The trailer gave me chills.