"...I'd rather eat my own shoe."

Over the last few days, I've been feeling kinda blah. Monday saw me meet with my dissertation tutor to discuss beating procedures into my work so far (aka moulding it into a good/great dissertation). He's liked my work so far, but is worried about my rather scambled paragraphs and sentences. My reason for this, other than I have done this throughout my entire life, it helps me work and get shit onto paper before working on it. Ok, yes, it's not a good method at all but it does help me to get ideas onto paper. Since y'day - I've watched a few films and am reading one book, but I really need to start getting my arse down to work. Maybe I'm one of those people who likes to leave work til later...But I guess I can't do it here since I could fuck up badly. My tutor was interested in the things I had to say, which made me quite happy. It just means I'm on the right track, but I have more chapters to work on. WORK ON DISSERTATION YOU LAZY POO.

Come on late nights...No doubt my housemates will keep me up at night by throwing toilet paper on each other and running around the house like chickens on fire. I do seem like I'm waiting for the final chance to do my dissertation.

To be honest, my brain has been fried lately and it's kinda stopped me from putting pen to paper/fingers to keyboard to screen. I need a final push to get my brain back into gear again. Going home this weekend won't help it - I just can never work at home. An impossible feat as it were. I'm hoping to see some friends around before we all go back to university. Think getting away from here will be fun.

In other news - when I finish uni and move out of here (wipes tear), I'll be going home to live under my parent's rules. Luckily two of my friends (they don't know each other) will hopefully be living and working London, and I've expressed my desire to leave home ASAP and get settled in the hussle and bussle of the London streets. Sure I'll miss my parents and I'll be back to see them. The streets of Sheffield just doesn't appeal to me anymore, but it's a lovely place. Just I have some bad memories here as well as good ones. The bad ones shall remain in Sheffield, whilst the good ones follow me around.