I Just Called To Say...

Just thought I'd pop in and say hello. I suddenly had the bright idea of downloading a blogging app for my iPod this evening (although this now means I have to password protect my iPod, since the app doesn't let me sign out when I'm done writing), so maybe I'll be blogging more often now....
Hahahahahahahahaha.
Maybe not.
iPod makes the whole thing pretty basic, you know. No italics, no bold, no underline, no colours... Not that I use them much, but sometimes....

On another note...
I'm still utterly confused about him. He's doing something new with his hair at the moment, a little something with the front. I don't know whether it's intentional or not (probably not), but I like it... :) The first tine I saw it, the last day before Easter holidays, I assumed it was missed up from sport or something, but my first thought when I saw it was damn, I want to make his hair look like that...
Something else he said in our little conversation on Monday has been going round my mind a bit... He asked me where I was going to university next year, and I said I was staying in our home city, and when I asked him where he was going he said, 'no, London.' Of course, mind is in severe debate about this sentence. Some part of me says that the 'no' part was just there because that's the way he talks, because I don't know, maybe sometimes he does. Some part of says he just didn't 100% hear/understand the question completely, and that the 'no' was refering to the fact that he was going somewhere different. Some part of me - the female-hormone-filled, time-clock-watching, romaticist part - wants to think thar the 'no' was almost unintentional/subconscious, in that we're going to be in different countries in 5 or 6 months time so no, disappointment, there's no point in starting anything... And then of course there's the part of me that tells this last part to shit the hell up and stop jinxing it, and the other part yelling 'jinx what? There's nothing there to jinx!'......

I hate not knowing things, especially things that other people do know; it's a large part of my personality.... :(

I wonder how the length of this blog compares to that of my others; 1 or 2 fingers is a lot harder and slower than 10...

So long.

xxx