Return's so like the first, of all of them that was the worst, but this one's going to come first, it's not bad and it won't hurt.

A synopsis of my return to University follows above. I want a bigger room, I might get one, but that's all being worked over and it's very boring for me to record.

I am not lusting after anyone at the moment, but I am craving a part in a play. The meeting is on Wednesday, next Wednesday, and I am desperate to act again. If I'm honest, it's the most exciting bit of university for me.

Since getting back to University I've been out a lot and eaten out a lot. Eating doesn't have the same hold over me here, at least not when I'm unpacking and making a room, creating a bolthole or whatever you'd call it. I get excited, I get distracted, I eat less, which makes me happier ultimately. I know this gain and loss will bite me on the arse in a few years when my metabolism is shot to pieces- or maybe it won't, maybe it won't.

My main concerns this term are my degree and my career path shortly after. In my wildest fantasies, I'd be an actress. I'd be discovered, I'd be in low-key classical pieces and dramas, and heralded as a one-to-watch. I want Emma Thompson's career.

Other paths I'm considering are film directing, illustrating, journalism, publishing, working for the foreign office and a police force job. I'd like to be an investigator, or a detective, I'd like to earn those sorts of merits off my own back. Of course I want to work to the top in all of those areas, doesn't everyone? The thing is, aside from the police force, they're heavily governed by who you know. But I have to keep telling myself that I am charismatic enough to make it there. If I keep blowing criticism into my own face I've got noone else to blame if I don't succeed.