Ho Hum.

Well well, I could be moving. One of my friends has a spare room in her house. Here are the cons of moving:

1. What will her housemates be like?
2. Can she stand living with me?
3. Is the room OK- it's the front of the house room
4. Moving will be hassle
5. It's ages from University.

But here are the pros:

1. I'm not loving this house- I dislike three of the people here, and the house has no character.
2. It would be a bigger room
3. It's nearer a lot of my friends and there's less risk of date rape.
4. It's cheaper.
5. There would be more exercise because it's further from University.

Half of the cons could be gone though, if I meet her housemates and see the room. I want to make sure it's a clean house- this house is really clean, but I only like two of my housemates. If I could get to know my friend's housemates, I'd see about it.

Also, someone said that they'd really fancied me for a while today. I can't shake the feeling that they're joking with me- when they were younger, they treated one of my friends really badly. It's this guy who's skinny and ginger- and I think he would make me feel fat (by accident) and crap (by mucking me around). Actually, I don't really get mucked around. I suppose you have to give everyone a try. However, it is nice to be sought after.

I'm doing really well with eating lately- I don't seem to be as obsessed with it as I usually am. In fact, this is the least fixated I've been in years- I'm not eating much, probably less than I should be eating. Two meals and a little meal a day, for instance today:

a smoothie
a mocha coffee
a bean wrap with cheese and salad
another coffee
an apple.

I'll probably drink a bit tonight, and see what I fancy later- it's about half six here in merry old England. I think most of it is because of worrying about my course, my house, if I'll get a role in the next play, if I'll succeed in life, and missing my family. I do miss them, which is pretty tragic to admit.

There is going to be a modern adaptation of Macbeth on this year at the theatre, done by a director that I've got a lot of respect for. I so badly want to be Lady Macbeth that I could be sick just thinking of it. I was going to write how it'll probably go to someone else here, but I think instead that I will write how perfect I am for the part. I have to start thinking better of myself. So, I've got red hair, and I can do a mean scottish accent. I can do brooding and intense, and I can turn my hand to a lot of parts. I want it very badly. There. That has to be enough for me to get it. I shall see.