Mature, pah! Nope, really I was just lurking around people's deviantart thingys and thought 'That last entry I wrote made me sound like a bit of a dick. Better try change that impression by writing something kool.' Oh dear.

Last week I had some interesting (but not interesting enough to share on here, oho!) experiences that introduced some new characters into my life. One was a 21-year-old lady - using that word very loosely here - who claimed to have some kind of lesbian interest in me, and interrogated my housemate on the likelihood of my being 'bi-curious'. I also met a likeable fellow who is graphic designer by day, graffiti-artist-extraordinaire! by night. (He is also a good cook.) He told me he was a guerilla gardener, which I took to mean something similar to that atrocity they show on Channel 10, but actually it means he chops down trees that obscure people's views of his graffiti along highways. Somewhere along the way I think one guerilla gardener got it wrong.

It is also the first week back at university. I have attended .... 0 .... classes thus far, rendering this my worst first week ever! I have French on Wednesdays and Fridays, when I can be bothered, Reporting on Tuesdays and Thursdays, Music on Monday and my Film History course (definitely not a "fly" course.. heheh) on Tuesday. Whatever happened to the summer holidays, lazing around in front of the Wii, not giving a damn... I miss you already, days.