Woah, it really is

impossible to have two blogs. Ho hum.

It’s my last poetry session tonight, although we’re keeping the same tutor for Critical Theory. I am trying to write an Italian Sonnet. It is shit. I might walk there tonight, the weather’s nice enough and I got two free brollies in the last week so it won’t matter if it starts snowing again. I must remember how good a good old walk makes me feel.

I’m so in love with Chauncey it is sort of freaking me out. How did it happen? How has it all worked? It is bizarre. Bizzarre? Are there two Zs in that? Anyway, it is weird. They say when you know you know, don’t they? But I have ‘known’ so many times and been so wrong and now I’m like ‘oh! that’s what they meant.’ Blimey. It is so… I don’t know… so much. Thinking about it makes me need to sit down.