Today, I will sound like a frog

Right, so why haven't I updated? I'm tempted to list a number of excuses, but it's mainly because I'm lazy. There, that's sorted.

What have I done recently?

Eaten a lot of chicken noodle soup. It seems to be my new thing.

Completed a mid-term on Handyside vs UK and the margin of appreciation. In a very short period of time..

Spectacularly failed to pick a paper topic for Freedom of Speech. Unless "something to do with manipulation and truth in media and the First Amendment and maybe looking at Fox" counts as a topic.

Been fluy. Hence the title. I met Siobhan for lunch the other day and the first thing she said was "wow! Your voice sounds really nice!" Which I think was meant to be a compliment.

Turned old. Or 22, whichever you prefer. Jaapi is older though- he turned 25 the Wednesday before last. In honour of which, the lovely Hartford crew put together a cake and vodka party, with mini chicken cordon bleu, and tzatziki, and chocolate brownies topped with cheesecake. It was wonderful.

Got red highlights in my hair- now I'm much more brunette, and it's all wonderfully exciting!

Still working on and over-excited by my final for Law and Literature- a script adaptation of Emma Zunz. It's only a few scenes in at the moment, but I'm enjoying it.

Oh, I was elected Vice-President of Folk Society to my friend Hannah's President, which is wonderfully exciting- and a little scary when I look at the amount of work involved.

And, of course, I went back to the UK to attend IVFDF (the Inter-Varsity Folk Dance Festival) last weekend- which is probably where I picked up this bug - and surprised everyone, from my mum and my brother to pretty much the entirety of Folk Society.
It was an incredible weekend. I barely slept, I didn't really stop dancing, I met some lovely people, and I got to see both my family and the folkies again, which was more than worth it. When on Sunday afternoon I found myself lying on the floor with two other friends just laughing I knew I was home.

And I'm househunting. And it's difficult. And I might be living with a friend of my friend Abbi's, provided he doesn't come away from the last essay I sent him thinking I'm a freak. We shall see.

And I'm trying to improve my French. This is about as hopeless as the househunting, but I live in eternal optimism.

JJ out.