I'm Actually Extremely Boring

I really am. I'm sitting here trying to think of something to write, and I can't come up with anything. I've not even seen anything worth taking a picture of. Actually, that's a lie. I did see something I thought worthy of a picture, when when I mentioned it to a certain Dane, she said (in a voice in which I think I actually actually saw the sarcasm), "You're going to write about that in your blog??" So no, you, I won't write about that..oh, wait. Oh screw it. The item in question was a teapot. But not just any teapot. This teapot was the shape of Tintin's head. Little quiff and all. The spout sort of protruded from his forehead. It wasn't small either. Larger than a football, but smaller than a watermelon (a large watermelon, that is). Can you imagine? Being served tea from Tintin's skull? I don't know. I thought it was brilliant. Funnily enough, it was in the window of a shoe shop. I'm not sure how that all fits together, but if it works for them, it works for me. Or something.

Other than that, very little has happened in my life. I still don't have a place to live, although I am going to look at a flat in about 40 minutes, so cross your little fingers! I am buried boob high in my thesis, which is good, as I love it, but it's also making me feel guilty for anything I do that doesn't involve it. I will, however, live. I'm not sure I'll live right now though, as I can hear my stomach gurgling over my music on my headphones, and I'm in the library, so God only knows how loud it is to everyone else. I'm going to choose not to find out, and just pretend I'm so focused on my work (blog), that I'm not aware of being hungry. Anyone who knows me should find that funny.

I joined the gym. I'm very happy about that. Nothing exciting to say about it yet though, as it was only the other day. I have no doubt in my mind that sooner or later something will happen that will be blog worthy. Gyms are always good for that sort of stuff. The characters that are there. They all seem to fall in to certain categories. For example; those who actually are there to get fit, those who are there to buff up (that's me. Not really), those who are there to tone, those who are there to be able to say they go to the gym but all they do is sit on one of those lie down bike things for 20 minutes and read gossip magazines, and those who go just to look at all of the categories mentioned previously.

I went to London for a 30th birthday party. That was something I've done. It was great. Unfortunately, I can't write about it now, as I have to go eat, and look at the flat.

Just so you know, it didn't take me 40 minutes to write all this. I'm not that slow or boring.