Christ, about two weeks ago, I had that moment of realision in which it dawns on oneself just how much work they have to do, and just how close the deadlines are. I also remembered back to last academic year, when I had that moment. Last year I let it get to me, I stressed out and failed to do anything. But this year I was determined not to fall into the trap.

I haven't so far. I'm stressed out, sure. But I'm ploughing through the work. I've decided that I'm going to do my best, not to try and do more than that. And so far it's working. I'm keeping a nice balance between play and work, and I'm not pulling my hair our -too- frequently.

I'm not just getting a good balance between work and play, I'm also not letting them merge. Right now I can think of many things I'd like to rant about from the past few days of working. But I'm not letting the stress from work spill over into my evenings.

I think also that this weekend was extremely welcome for me, mentally. After such a heavy week of coursework, I was feeling quite drained. But Chris (and Andrew), my housemates, had invited Tamsin down from their homeplace. I had met her, prior to this weekend, a couple of times before. But we really got on this weekend, we kissed a few times and generally had a great weekend. I quite fancy her to be honest *smiles*. It's really strange that the people I really like and get on very really with straight away never live near me. I not met anyone at Southampton Uni who has clicked with me on the same level I click with them that means we end up kissing on the first or second time we meet.

Oh, and it's the bad timing again. If anyone recalls me complaining about girls before, you'll know I love them/you to bits. But it's always akward timing. When it comes to me and women, they're always taken, about to go travelling, I'm sooo busy with coursework I hardly get an hour to relax before bed in the evening or something else. It's silly really.

Just a moment ago I was talking about not falling into emotional traps. So I'll stop before I start getting annoyed with myself that she's gone home. Now, where's my pillow?