A Little Cloud

He looked coldly into the eyes of the photograph and they answered coldly. Certainly they were pretty and the face itself was pretty. But he found something mean in it. Why was it so unconscious and ladylike? The composure of the eyes irritated him. They repelled him and defied him: there was no passion in them, no rapture. He thought of what Gallaher had said about rich Jewesses. Those dark, Oriental eyes, he thought, how full thy are of passion, of voluptuous longing! ... Why had he married the eyes in the photograph? - Dubliners, James Joyce.

It's wonderful. As much as I do love the books I'm reading for my degree, I do miss the days when I could walk into a bookshop and buy a book of my own choice and not have to finish it RIGHT NOW. There are so many on my shelf that I want to curl up with over Christmas but instead I'm going to have to read Jane Austen's "most difficult and unpopular novel".

At the minute I am in love with live comedy, scriptwriting, the Christmas markets, Dubliners, Ed Sheeran, pale nail polish, Curious by Britney and Made in Chelsea. Went home last night and raided the games box so now my flat has Jenga and Men Behaving Badly but they don't know that yet.

I also met this lovely boy last night!

Damnnnnnnnnn.