S and I ended up staying up late last night. Late, just lying in bed kissing. I do love to kiss him. It's a funny thing, but kissing him is so much more erotic to me sometimes than actually making love.

Last night was a lazy night actually. We just sort of watched Coyote ugly, in between flipping channels to watch the footy-Collingwood was on, and we couldn't quite agree on what to watch.

But it was a nice quiet night.

It's always kind of weird staying at my parents place though with him. I mean I becom preoccupied about not sleeping with him because I'm worried that my parents might hear us. Hence the kissing until everyone was asleep.

One of the most irritating things is that people tend to call me just as things are getting heated, and I can't not answer my phone because I have the master key to my building, and if I don't answer then they just keep calling. It can be a royal pain in the royal butt. Like last night. K called me at one am. Fine except things were starting to get nice and heated. Blah, and then she didn't get the hint that I didn't want to talk. I hate to say to her that I was kind of occupied and couldn't talk, and even then she didn't get it.

It wasn't until she heard us kissing that she realised I wasn't alone. Damn she was so excited about her new phone.

Oh well.

It's frustrating because you know what I came up here without my history assignment notes, and I had all these notes for my assignment, and had planned on writing my damn assignment. So instead I am researching my Literature assignment, and dealing with that. Blah.

I can hear my dad yelling at the moment, as his beloved Roos are getting their ass whipped by the Demons. Typical. My dad certainly doesn't change.

S had to go back to Geelong this morning, but will be back up here tonight of course. I should be getting ready for the game, but I'm still doing some research on Madame Bovary. Very fine stuff.

Not too much to report today. I need to call my best friend before I go out too, so I should bail now.

au revoir