This Love, Maroon 5. So good. Totally didn't realise it was the same guys who did Moves Like Jagger until, like, yesterday. 

Work is getting steadily more mountainous by the day, but it's not a mountain I can't climb. I'm going to do it. But to be honest, I don't know why I care that much. Yes, I want to do well so I can get into a good university and all that - but really? Will a letter of the alphabet really determine my happiness, or have I just been told that it will? Hmm.

Trying to find a job. Mum told me yesterday that she thinks it would be wise for me to go into catering, as a profession. I was insulted. Then she explained that it's not because she doesn't think my creative writing isn't good, but because it's possible to be the best writer in the world and for it to be irrelevant in terms of making money. Surviving, and all. She's got a point, depressingly enough.

I feel like wearing red. All that colour determines your life's turn of events stuff isn't my thing but something's telling me that red will cheer me up. Not that I'm down, I'm just not up enough to consider myself happy yet.

Argh. Exams. 14 days 'til the first. Biology. 29 days 'til the last. Psychology. Joy.