A Curious Girl: And my inner-child is one of those kids who has to sleep with the light on

It's foggy.

It's the kind of fog that, if you had a whisk, you could stir it in air and collect ice-cream. It's the kind of fog that, if you had a hair-dryer, you could write your name in.

The Christmas tree is up, the Christmas songs playing. Aah! How very lovely. Looking forward to seeing Patrick Stewert (aka Jean-Luc Picard) as Scrooge, and Richard E. Grant (swoon) (aka The Scarlet Pimpernel) as Bob Cratchit!!!!!!!!!!!!! This image does not match for me. Anyway, it's nice to feel pleasantly Christmassy as opposed to sour and cynical.

I am feeling light-headed and I only had one glass of fizzy wine. Worrying really. It'll probably clear up in about an hour - I probably drank it too fast.

I have concluded that if I was to separate all the aspects of my personality into its separate parts (as in my psychology entry) I would probably only end up with one sensible person. My wise man, as I have already established, is suffering from senile dementia, my super-ego (aka conscience) is a cocky little madam, my id is a whore and a chocolate fiend, my persona is neurotic on account of having to combine several conflicting ideals, my opposite gender characteristic person thingummy is an arrogant prat and my shadow is an affectionless psychopath and the rest I don't want to know about. I think my inner-hero person is OK, and my ego isn't doing too badly considering. Blame psychoanalysts for everything! Studying psychology is the mental equivalent to contact-rugby (basically American football without armour, cheerleaders, strange floats, or rules for that matter). You learn things about yourself you didn't really want to know. Still, as Darren E (my psychology teacher) said about meeting the shadow, sometimes you can turn negative things around and become a much better person because of it. It's a wonder I am not insane by now. I don't mind too much though. That one sensible part of me still exists! I am glad about that. As Maya Angelou once said, we are like lumps of coal, that slowly, with enough heat and pressure, can turn into diamonds. We shall all be changed, by the power of Jesus Christ. So I'll hang on - if my family ever stop loving me, I still have my friends; if my friends stop loving me, I still have the cat, who doesn't love me but produces a good imitation. If someone runs over the cat, I've still got Jesus. Thank God.

I cannot get down to chemistry revision. It's all the fault of that blasted demented man (who, let's not forget, is part of me, dammit!) but at least I started to get my file together today. Oh well, it's Christmas, and I got 86 per cent on the last test. And the watch in the psychology entry was a stop-watch, in case I never said. I knew it was all along. I just didn't want to admit it. I'm still not going to dredge up what it signifies.

I heard today about a filthy ******** who forwarded a private e-mail from his girlfriend to his mates. Who forwarded in on to their mates. And so on. 10 million people have seen this message!!! The poor girl is now in hiding. Typical, when that last time I saw it, my counter read only 260. This really annoys me. If she wanted to bare her soul to world, she'd have started an on-line diary.

Oh well, this has been an odd entry, but never mind. Love to you all,

Helen.

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