I'm sitting beside Jane in the library. Apparently, I have to write about her. So, Mum, before you do the 'stop skiving' comment which you do so well, you will have Jane to deal with.

She wants to come to our house to play Mario Kart, by the way. Is that ok?

So anyway, as I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself, I am sitting in the library with Jane. I'm having a study break. Well, I say study. I've been writing a review of an Ian McEwan book. It's slowly killing me.

I just did it again. Back to the point. This is a blog about Jane. You can read her blog here.

Jane is a curious creature (yes, I just called you a creature). She likes bags and KitKats and Oreos (and probably biscuits in general, but I have yet to breach that subject), and kissing unsuitable boys in bars. Although, she's found one boy in particular just now to occupy her time. The best way to stop her talking is to give her an iPod and tell her to plug in.

If it's a green iPod, she'll be even happier. That's her favourite colour, you see.

She's my friend for marathon MSN man-bashing sessions, who will make fun of me then make it better by telling me she fancies me, and the scary thing is, I haven't really known her that long. Well, maybe almost two years.

She's muttering something now, I have no idea what. She's probably overanalysing something. It's what we do best.

She's a master procrastinator, lover of Adventure Elf and all-round good egg.

And yes, I just called you a good egg.

Now, however, it's back to review-writing, when Jane will probably interrupt my train of thought every two minutes with something like:

"It's better than sex."
"Let's laugh at..."
"Are you transcribing everything I'm saying?"
"I don't even think you're listening."

Oh, I am Jane. I am.

Posted: Wednesday 16 April 2008 12:04:13