It was the second time S had met Dig, and what can I say except that his feelings hadn't changed. He still dislikes him, perhaps even more intensely than before.

I've kind of figured that once he dislikes someone there ain't no hell you are going to change that. Not one little iota. He's a stubborn cuss, and I love him to pieces for it.

I'm proud to say that I feel VERY confident in going into my history exam on Tuesday. Very indeedy, and not so proud to say that I feel none of the same confidence in going into my sociology exam. I have almost resigned myself to the fact that I am going to fail the subject. Son of a bitch. A pass would just do, but it doesn't seem like it's going to happen.

I do know somethings, but just can't work into my head the spp and irp, and the difference. I feel confidence about the gatekeeper theory of Journalism, semiology, castell's new technology, time flow and shit like that but audiences tend to stump me. Ye gawds I am screwed majorly.

Lisa says she has a way of studying for it, so I am going to hear what she has to say tonight.

But I don't want to overload now. And I'm trying to keep my mind of history otherwise I will forget stuff in history and be screwed there too.

I'll just be glad when it is over,and I can sigh this sweet relief. I'm looking forward to that. I mean I know my performance this year has been pretty damn shit. But I've been sick and that has really factored into a lot of it. I've spent a lot of time in bed, and this time it's not because I've been on my back. Ha ha ha.

Admittingly I've been more distracted this year, but I have told myself that I will knuckle down next term and study my ass off, and I will. I know it.

Ugh I hate even thinking about it.

It's been really crappy weather lately. Cold, wet, and horrible. Last night it was dreadful. I stayed in while S went out to celebrate with the rest of the team. I was too cold, and so full of the flu. I ended up curled up in bed talking to kathryn until he got in at 1am, and then he wanted to play and I didn't.

We ended up playing. The guy could seduce the devil herself if he wanted to. That and trying to talk to Kathryn with a 107kg guy lying across your chest isn't exactly easy. Especially when it's all lean muscle.

But then we all know how irritating men can be once they get in their head that they want sex. Nothing will stop them. They will pout, they will play and they will try and be as distractful as possible. And I have no will where Steven is concerned.

His kisses leave me breathless, his touch leaves me a quivering mess. Let's face it I'm screwed.

But we didn't end up getting to sleep until something like 4 this morning, and then had to go up to visit my folks. Ack! Nah, it was cool, and I mean that in every sense but it was good to get up and see them. I miss them sometimes.

I guess that's it for now. I need to go have a shower and start studying sociology again.

J