So it's a sunny Saturday..

(but actually quite a chilly one, and I'm sitting in front of the heater at the moment, but that's beside the point ..& the alliteration . )

..and what better thing to do than write pointless drivel down as I wait for my timetable to come online, toast my spine on the heater, and watch my adorable boyfriend who has similar problems to me with throwing things out, sort through a Box of Crap and try to weed out what is REALLY needed. Both the blog and the sorting are very Saturday morning activities, so... how awesome are we :I

The Box Of Crap sorting is actually quite similar to what I've been doing the last few days, metaphorically :/ . Going through my brain and chucking out bits and pieces and compulsions and habits and ideals and whatnot,that probably aren't needed, metaphorically sweeping and sticking a little Ambipurr airfreshener in there, and filling it with things that fit my lifestyle (or intended lifestyle) better. Satisfying.

I... oh. I was planning on writing quite a lot, and have run out of time (hope that's not something that happens repeatedly once term starts in 2 days.. ) . I'll be back. 

In other news though, the box-sorting boyfriend, who I quite literally adore, is being thrown to the parents for the second time tomorrow. Should I be worried? Normally I am. Nervous that they won't like him or vice versa, nervous in general. But oddly... not the case. Because I know that they DO like him (how could anybody not?) , what an odd sensation...