you were the sun in my sunday morning.

i love that song so much,it just epitomises Manchester for me,and it's also a friend's msn screen name at the moment.

i'd quite like to make a trip to Bury this weekend :) we used to know someone who lived there,but they have since moved. I don't think that I can though,unless me and dad can jump on the tram,but the plan is to go to Cheetham Hill to visit the Irish centre. Either way,I am happy.

Though when I say that,the past few days have been a mountain to get through. Me and that guy have been talking pretty much every day in the past week (well,apart from when my mum was up) and it's put my head in a spin. Though my seminars managed to take most of the agony away. I managed to link Engels' Conditions of the Working Class to Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol in English this morning,which quite amazed me given the events of this morning and my flatmate releasing the fire extinguisher on the common room kitchen. Now if urinating in it accidentally is anything to go by,then the reaction of my flatmates was far worse this time round.

So anyway,this guy. I chatted to my friend in my English group and he lambasted me heavily for talking to him,so in despair,I sent him a text saying that I must be so stupid that I didn't realise that he didn't really care,but I got a text from him telling me that it was okay to text him last night and he asked what I was up to. I nearly wept,but I kept my composure in the middle of Rusholme and didn't text him until later this evening,and switched my phone off soon after. I doubt that he'll text back,but I'm going to be keeping myself busy all weekend :D and on that note,i'm off to sleep.