So I haven't made a post in 6 weeks. I've reached the point of not caring about this blog. That's a bad point to reach. There was a lot not worth writing about, like all my University deadlines. If you care, I had four essays and five exams in the month after the marathon. I've got three results back. One was a low 2.1, one was a good 1st, and one was an amazing 1st. I basically got full marks, and the teacher had nothing bad to say. That was the essay I wrote on the Marathon. I think I'll post it on here, its 6000 words so you probably won't read it, but it saves me doing another post about the marathon. You won't have to heard me say the word "Marathon" again. Not until next year anyway.
After the Marathon, the next exciting thing to happen was that Will and Kate got married (FYI). I watched it in bed.
Not alone obviously. Olivia was my Princess for the day. She was even wearing a real Tiara. But she doesn't want to be seen here.
Olivia left me for some seasonal work in Australia.
And you know what filled the hole she left in my life? My stalker. That's right. I had a stalker for a while in 2010. He would pop up in the most awkward places and fuck my day up. Well he reared his ugly head last month and fucked my whole life up, and I've been having bad dreams about him every night since. Seriously. I could name him and shame him but that would be mean. Maybe if he crops up again, I will. Unless I dispose of him first.
But it might not have to come to that. Because I dyed my hair blond, so he won't be able to find me. (That's not true. He likely knows i've dyed my hair, but I needed an excuse to mention it to you). And blonde's definitely do have more fun. Maybe not more fun in life, per se. But more fun with different colours of dye. What's that saying? "You can't paint a shit pink" or something. Well you can't dye black hair pink either.