-I've decided that I need to go see a movie a week. It makes me significantly happier, and Cinema City (the arthouse theater) has some good films coming up in the next month. I don't exactly have the time to be whiling away the hours at the cinema, but I think I'm allowed a single day off a week to bum around town and window shop (or, erm, actually shop, like I did yesterday) and go see a movie. It changes my outlook on the week.

-I've noticed more grey hairs than usual in the past few weeks. I think the greyness of Norwich in January is speeding up my premature hair greying, like it needed the encouragement to go any faster. However, despite there being more greys than there previously were, the grey hairs seem to fall out easier, like they're not as rooted as well in my scalp. Fine with me, as long as that trend doesn't continue once I'm mostly grey in a few years. I alternate between being intrigued by starting to go grey at 17 and being utterly depressed by it.

-I've decided I hate house hunting, at least in this student market: over 5,000 students are vying for a finite number of places all at once. The three of us that are going to live together found the perfect place online, and I called up today to find it's been taken (though it might have never been on the market this year: these people are terrible at keeping their website up to date). Most places are either too expensive, too far from uni/a bus route, or too crusty. I don't have the time for this, I swear. Yet, stupidly enough, I've started to think about things like bedlinens for next year.

-I bought myself a new watch yesterday. It was £15 at Next, and about everything I said I wanted in a new watch, so I went for it. I took off my digital Ironman Timex for the first time in probably three years. I have to say, I kind of miss it, and I'll probably still wear it quite often, but I needed something a bit more my-age. I like it, but it throws me off to look down and see something analog and shiny rather than my beat-up purple Timex.

-I'm going to try to like tea. I don't know why I have the urge to do this, but I do. Perhaps it's because I like the idea of having a go-to drink to have every time I need winding down, or because it's such a cultural mystery to me here, or because I'm bored. I don't dislike tea, really, I just don't really enjoy it or get the craze, but I'll see if I can understand it soon.

-We just booked our trip to Dublin. Only 6 of us are going, which is lovely, of course, but I miss the cohesive group. However, money is more than tight this semester for all of us, so I have to get out of the mindset that I'm going to be able to bum along on every trip and that everyone else will be able to do the same. Anyway, I'm excited! Ireland and Paris in the same month!

-Wafflestomper is getting old. It's still very comfortable, and infinitely better than the real, fiberglass cast, but after a day of walking in town (or when I have to race all over UEA on Mondays), my knee locks up and hurts. I also have twice now forgotten that I wasn't wearing Wafflestomper (I take it off when I'm just sitting at my desk or on my bed in my room) and tried to go to the kitchen to get something to drink. I fell flat on my butt on the carpet in the hall both times. It's freaky to think I'm actually incapable of walking without some kind of assistance.

-I stayed up til 3AM watching the Haiti telethon last night. Coldplay were magnificent, and they're usually pretty terrible on television. Perhaps it was because of the cause, and the fact that there wasn't an audience filled with other famous musicians, which usually seems to make Chris freak out. I will forever be in love with Chris Martin, but the man can't dress himself: on international TV, he was wearing motorcycle boots, suit/tuxedo pants, a t-shirt that I'm pretty sure had a splotch on it, and a beanie that he hasn't taken off since December (except to loan it to Gwyneth once). He also sweats like a pig in a five-minute TV spot.