Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed how Paul O'Grady has taken over every single TV channel now?

Is it a conspiracy?

Currently Listening We Will Become Silhouettes By The Postal Service see related

Right, that's it. I've had enough.

I DEMAND Spring, right now.

March has had over two weeks to get its arse in gear, and start being sunny.

But no. Instead it has mocked me with its meteological strip-tease, "Ooo, show a bit of blue sky, entice her outside wearing a polka-dot skirt, then ha! Sleet!"

In conclusion, March is a crack whore.

In other news, today I have eaten about a ton of Bombay Mix. Why? I have absolutely no idea.

I also met our new housemate yesterday, and in a bizarre twist of fate (or whatever), found out that her parents live about 5 roads away from mine in Hove.

This probably isn't quite so bizarre, as it would appear that the entire population of the South decided that Norfolk is quite far north enough to go to university, thank you very much, you can't ever trust those crazy Northies with their haggis and their white stilettos, oh no.

In fact, I think there are only 3 people that attend UEA that come from further North than Cambridgeshire.

Ugh, I really REALLY need it to be Spring, for I am starting to wilt like a cardboard box in the rain.

Let's see what bordom plus willingness to be distracted from an essay equals, shall we?:

Aaah, of course. Cam-whorage (rhymes with fromage). This here is a lesser-spotted Emm, a rare catch indeed.

And now, onwards with the essay.

Au revoir

Currently Listening Whatever and Ever Amen By Ben Folds Five see related

Three hours until the Christophylis arrives.

One is very happy about this. One has also procured one's accommodation for next year, so one and one's friends shall not be whoring oneselves near Norwich station to raise vital funds for sleeping bags and the Big Issue registration fee (if such a thing exists).

Our house is beauteous, and huge. We've looked around so many grubby student houses, met a lot of dodgy landlords, been almost conned out of £47 each for "agency fees", and have had many adventures in the past week or so. Then finally, yesterday me and Rachel paid our deposits and signed away our souls for the most amazing accommodation in the East of England.

Yes, for our house is an ex-vicarage. I think it may have been this that actually sold it to us, but details, details. It has six bedrooms and a kitchen that we can all fit in, as well as a gardener called Bob who comes with the lease (We brush away visions of slave labour)!

I still need to do that essay...

Currently Reading Short History of Modern Philosophy (Routledge Classics) By ROGER SCRUTON see related

Philosophy makes me want to cry.

I understand the gist of it, but years of bitter, twisted cynicism means I'm finding it really difficult to get into it properly.

I hate the way that everything, no matter how preposterous, comes back down to a system/substance we have named 'God'. This makes me angry. These so-called 'great' philosophers were supposed to be rational, intelligent human beings.

My father still sends me periodic emails mocking my choice of module, and sending jokes along the lines of, "How many philosophers does it take to change a lightbulb? None, they're all in the kitchen arguing whether or not the fridge light goes off when the door is closed."

And I have an essay on rationalism due in just over a week.

Le 'eek'.