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There's so much going through my head at the moment, I'm just gonna splurge it out as and when it comes to me.

Today has been a really, really good day. I gave myself an extra hour in bed and still managed to make it to church in time to get my cup of tea and doughnut, because I managed to find it without getting lost once!  I'm starting to learn the songs so I could actually join in with the worship and the sermon was really relevant to me. It's really making me think about the way I'm living.

So far I've managed to have four portions of fruit today, which is far more than I ever usually manage. I've had some really good faff time in the library (it's so nice knowing that this week is reading week), I've been to salsa which is SO MUCH FUN!!! And I've just had a nice healthy baked potato with tuna and mayo. I feel good! 

Now I've been here a while I can't deny that Glasgow is a beautiful city. If I stopped to take a photograph every time I noticed something I'd never have time for anything else. I wish I had a camera good enough to capture all the different colours I've seen in the sky as the sun's gone down, or the way the church spires look against the night sky, or the way the main tower of uni stands out above everything around it. It's gorgeous. But it's still not home.

Some people have 'one of those faces' that just looks familiar even if you've never seen them before. I think I have a face that just looks foreign. Over the years I've been told I look Indian, Greek, Spanish, Italian, mixed race (don't get me started on this), Asian, Native American and black Welsh (apparently that's what Catherine Zeta Jones is). I get why people may think I'm not English, although I think my tan is undetectable when I'm this tired, but I wonder why I remind people of so many different places.

Every time I even begin to think along the lines of 'hey, this guy's cute' I find out that he's got a girlfriend or fiancee or wife. I'm not too bothered because I've learned the art of being happy single, but it's started me thinking. They're all paired up because they're around my age, which is the age where it wouldn't be unreasonable to consider getting married and settling down (what a hideous term). But I don't have a boyfriend, never mind someone to marry. And I wonder if that's right. I wonder if the perfect man for me has been and gone in my life and I didn't see it because I was too busy looking at David. It's over three years since we broke up, that's more than enough time to meet someone new and get to know them really well.  I'll never know, will I. But still, it's something to think about.

I wonder what 'English' looks like. what kind of person would you look at and say "you look English!"? I honestly can't think what it looks like. How strange. 

Okay, I think that's my head empty for now. Aside from one last thought that seems to pop up completely at random from time to time.

I wonder if David hates me yet.

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