Happiness has a shape, it is round and it flies.

So it appears I have rediscovered what I found so amazing about Liverpool in the first place. It's called... *drumroll*... Frisbee people. Seriously, most fantastic people in the world. Not that church people aren't also very lovely people, but these people get me and are just as crazy as I am (well, not júst as crazy). I've spent a lovely week with these people and by Jove (this is my newest expression, do you like it? I'm adapting to a historical level), they are awesome. Tonight I'm having a chickflick night/sleepover in my house/room, as I finally got all my dvd's back and that should be celebrated. As all the guests (4) are frisbee girls, this is going to be freakin' awesome (I'm using the word awesome a lot, must be indicative of my mood).

I am generally very happy. Yes, there are some glitches which are not that great (the old classics, money and guys), but apart from those, which, one has to admit, are just superficial things, I am generally very happy. The financial situation will sort itself out (I am trying to get my hands on some compensation for my dogbite and I'm planning on going to the financial department to get some money from them, plus I will be working from October onwards) and guys, well, it's not really worth being depressed over. Why be sad because one guy might not be in the position you want him to be, while you have such amazing friends all around you?

It appears I have found myself again, my life, my friends, my studies. I have people who ask me around, people to confound in, people to be all geeky about literature and history with. My life is unfolding, the landscape of people is taking its form (for those who know my writing, the landscape of friends is a very popular theme). Soon I'll be roaming its hills, happy and singing like Maria, but without the endless amount of children. I wouldn't object to the Captain, though.