- the English Civil War
- iPod
- UCAS
- Tacitus and his, er, charming account of Nero's incestuous relationship with his mother
- making plans to meet up with people but never getting round to it
- buses (let's face it, I'd be a tad stuck without them)
- remembering to eat when there's no parent around to cook for me
- Oedipus (I swear I'm being bombarded with incest)
- cups of tea
- attempting to stay sane

As you might've guessed, I'm on half term.
On the one hand it means that I can technically sleep in for as long as I wish.
On the other hand I have an awful lot of overdue work to catch up on, and despite not being here my mum does have a tendency to phone me several times a day to a) check I'm awake, b) ask if I'm doing my work, c) ask again and d) tell me to do it, or else.
Since I got back from that trip to Greece my work habits have been steadily sliding into oblivion.
Actually, make that habits in general. I can't remember the last time I brushed my hair (not that I pay much attention to it anyway).

This time of year removes incentives like nothing else.
"Why don't you go out for a walk?" - too cold
"Why don't you meet up with Insert-Name-Of-Person?" - live too far away
"Why don't you make an excursion to Insert-Name-Of-Place?" - too expensive
"Why don't you do some homework, then?" - too boring


Arrrgh. I need to get out more.