I'm trying really hard to concentrate but it's hard with a million other things playing in my head. And parents who take "please respect my privacy and let me study in peace" to mean "please open my bedroom door, come in, put your hand on my shoulder and give me a lecture about how important it is to eat fish at a critical time like this". It's funny how it took them four months to notice I didn't eat meat anymore, and a little longer to notice I've gone off fish as well.
Also, there's about three hairdressers on every street (make that five for Liverpool), how come none of them can do a decent job at cutting my bloody fringe?! Gaaaah!!!!!