Hard Candy.

So this day was mainly about getting things done in terms of revision and helping my mother. I managed some, but the rest of the time was in watching an awesome Ellen Page movie. I was already pretty depressed about him that morning and not a terrible lot was being done, the threat of not going anywhere loomed as I had my hair appointment at 1:45. But as my mother chased around a misplaced parcel in town, I got to watch one of the best teen-grooming movies to date. I think Ellen acted so well, and the whole castration scenario and everything she was doing I could so imagine myself doing with Andy. All those times I thought about tieing him up and torturing him; making him get what he deserved. Retribution at its best. I really couldn't stop thinking about him throughout. The movie is on Iplayer and I shall try and watch it once more, uninterrupted. See, at the time, my mother wanted to make me something her dad used to like. She asked me to get the sugar under the stairs and I came back with salt (taste tested.) There was no other bottle of white stuff, so I gave her the only other one there was (which was in a sweetners jar) and she nodded saying yes, that's it only to discover she'd poured a load of salt into the mixture. Screaming and all that, and in a way, it's sad that I'm leaving uni soon because I have all of this to come back to.

No shopping, and I didn't like the way she did my hair (or my eyebrows.) The evening was alright, finished watching Ringer after Prits left. He was being really weird, almost psychosomatic about his skin irritation, thinking he had things crawling/biting him. Also, he was going on about rats in the attic. What even, it was a little worrying. It's nice to be in a familiar place, though. It's just that bit of relaxation and not having to worry about every single thing in the day. In some ways, it will be good to be back.