my carpet is green

I managed to tidy my room to a reasonable degree of presentable-ness, with the help of mum. Wow, there is a lot of dust under my bed. The only reason I tidied was so that i could put most of my work away - don't need to look at half a school years worth of work for no reason. It still stresses me out.

I'm getting quite worried about Tuesday. I applied to a masterclass at UCL (on ethics) but I've not yet figured out exactly how I'm going to get there. :/
I don't think that the lecture theatre is too far away from Euston Square station. Damn my leg to hell :(
Maybe someone will be willing to escort me there? Gosh. I need to find that person - I think one of the fellows (my name for the prefects, or should I just call them prefects?) mentioned attending the same masterclass. I'll have to talk to her.

I can't explain this, but I have a constant feeling of dread/heavy air hovering about the centre of my chest. I think I've spent too much time away from dear Mash. The stationary shop is calling. Maybe I should ignore this feeling by reading...or watching junk TV.