It's bloody freezing cold here!!!!!

I'm frozen. It's actually colder inside this damned house than it is outside! How screwed up is that?!
Out landlady is coming round this afternoon hopefully to sort out the heating, by which time, I might resemble a snowman. Snow woman. Girl. Am I a woman?! God knows.
Anyway, this morning I had my seminar on the English Nineteenth Century novel. At the moment we're studying Thackary's Vanity Fair, which is fantastic! Go, read it, if you haven't. We have the seminar in the same room as we have my Practise of Poetry seminars, and it's so funny, cos across the top of a wall, my Creative writing tutor wrote "Murder your darlings!" in big, capital letters, and all the rest of the non-creative writing people look so scared! :) He meant get rid of the things you love in a poem, but the twisted bit in me chuckles to think they probebrly think we all sit in our seminars decapitating babies. Which would be horrible. (I'm not really twisted, I promise). Oh shit, I set up this so people could get to know me, didn't I?! I shouldn't be saying that sort of thing in my first proper entry. My first entry where I ramble rather. Honest, I'm not twisted. I promise.
I'm actually horribly normal. I live in a house full of creative writers, which I am also, but compared to them, I'm fairly normal. Creative writers are known within the university as being the crazy ones, and I have to admit, there's probebrly some truth in that. But they're all lovely, and I love them to bits. I'm worried about one of my friends though. He's not enjoying himself here much. I think it's mainly cos he doesn't have a girlfriend (guys - they're all the same! Brain never located where it should be). But I love university so much, I suppose the selfish part of me wants him to enjoy it too. It also makes me feel fairly inadequate as a friend. He teases me cos I get so enthusiastic about how overjoyed I am that I have them as friends, but the thing is, it's all true. I live in a house with six people I love. I have loads of friends living elsewhere. I love my course. I love my family. I'm never lonely, or down, or bored. I'm happy. I guess I want everyone to feel like that.
I've known my fair share of people who aren't happy, so I know to some extent how to deal with it. But at the same time, I'm clueless. I can't bare people to be unhappy. Shite, I'm working myself up into a stew. Ooh, that's just what would warm me up rgiht now, a nice warm stew, infront of the fire at home, with the dogs next to the Aga in the kitchen... :)
Anyway, I've rambled enough. I need to make a start on this Quote fic. I'm nervous about writng it. Really nervous. I hope people like it! I'm nervous about the whole of my story at the moment. Not helped by some reviews I've got. If you read it, please leave a review. I'm used to critism doing the course I do, but still...
Anyway, I'm going to let the landlady in. Sorry if this has been all doom and gloom, it's not meant to be at all. Apart from having my toes frozen off, I'm insanely happy! :)