101 lbs (ooh, letting self devour too many chicken fries), current lovey-dovey play-thing 0, university grades below eighty percent 2, thoughts about finding colin firth’s whereabouts and shagging him senseless 472.

been thinking about self being without direction, and seems that indeed have not actively participated in any memorable activities or experiences. not had time to get hair cut and now it’s grown into some half-layered, half-mullet coif (depending on the angle one looks at it). must try to book appointment sometime soon before face is swallowed wholly by two-toned hair monstrosity.

also been thinking that british hunksters are much better than any male specimen around these parts. of course, lots of brits have crooked teeth. will try best to seek out comely chap when hit thirties and decide to move to england permanently — that is, unless already attached to mark darcy (i.e., colin firth).

finished reading bridget jones: the edge of reason in consecutive five hours, then slept at 7:00 a.m. only to wake up late for work at 10:00 a.m. woe is me! was worth it, though; feel like queen of intellectuals… or similar. the edge of reason proved a magnificent comic relief. recommend it to all.

“now, back to the studio!”