This morning I had my last ever psychology test, and I think I did rather well on it. Last night me and some friends did some revision, and we all started talking about relationships and people who mean a lot to us... and it turned out that they all had someone that they loved, but I didn't. And it sort of seems like maybe I never will, because I certainly can't imagine myself feeling like that about anyone in the near future. They said they felt sorry for me after I said that, but really I think I'm better off because love seems to cause them so many problems.

Here I am, listening to Gary Numan and writing this while I should be getting ready for my French listening test tomorrow. Oh well. I had a good night tonight, I learnt some cool stuff for the Tango, and I overcame my fear of the Quickstep. As always, I remain the master of the Cha-cha. Anyways I suppose I should go to bed... even if sleep is the cousin of death.