Right now, I can't get enough of Hanson's live cover of "In a little while" by U2. It's on their Live and Electric album and I feel like I can listen to it over and over and over again... yes it's a beautiful song, but it's just this added deliciousness of Taylor's voice singing it... it just adds something a bit extra that shoots it from "exceptionally good" to "omg *hit repeat button over and over again*"

I am feeling exceptionally sensitive today though - not as in fragile but as in able to feel things more. I'm not exactly sure what's brought this on, but it's an interesting experience, leading me to both laugh out loud and tear up over Ray Bradbury's preface to Fahrenheit 451 whilst reading on the bus, to knock my head backwards in frustration against the wall while trying to load credit onto my Oyster card online (impossible due to TFL stupidity), and other odd stuff, including completely over-obsessing over Hanson given that they are now on twitter and post *pictures* of themselves as well as random comments like "Random thought but I love the night. The peacefulness, the darkness, the stars,.. the silence, these things are inspiration! -Isaac" swoon! The very fact that I'm swooning shows my over-sensitiveness.

Work is okay - can't say it's brilliant but it's certainly not bad. I think we're all still working out my place in the company and ensuring I am able to grow while still doing the extra stuff that they needed doing and why they needed to hire me for. I've got my own very large desk and share a decent-sized office with the 2 senior consultants. Everyone's amazingly nice and we went bowling and had dinner and drinks on the company card last Friday which was really really fun. Although, to be honest, I was just chatting with the 2 guys from my course most of the night, as 1 of them is my colleague and the reason I am in the company, and the other one had been invited by my colleague.

OUch. have just banged my head off the wall again in annoyance at my flatmate who sounds like he is moving furniture around upstairs. It's friggin quarter to 12. I also get this at around 6am. I get really annoyed by his antics because he is older and a teacher and I really think he should know better. And be cleaner. Oh I hate how dirty he is. It drives me up the wall. I vacuumed the kitchen and wiped down the counters on Saturday morning for some peace of mind and I came back down a few hours later and there was sticky stuff on the counter and crumbs on the floor. ARGH!

Anyway - where was I - yes was talking to my classmates and we were playing 6 degrees - I am only 2 degrees away from Kate Moss, and 3 from Alan Carr. Random, huh. But it occurred to me how spooky it was when I was speaking to the receptionist at my hotel in Iceland - he said he had been offered a job as a pilot with RyanAir (but turned it down as training was during the period when he was expecting his baby to be born). Anyway I thought that actually, that meant he'd probably be only at the most 2 degrees away from one of the big shots of the company who would know somebody at EasyJet... who would only be at most 2 degrees away from my ex-boyfriend's mother, a stewardess on EasyJet. Weird.

Anyway, must be off to bed despite the VERY LOUD FLATMATE UPSTAIRS.

Perhaps I need to take up a martial art again.