Face Like a Mannequin.
So I've been listening to Circus non-stop throughout the week. I must reiterate that it's not as good as Blackout's endless string of awesomeness (Piece of Me, Radar, Toy Soldier, Hot as Ice, Ooh Ooh Baby). It's a shame that Circus's best songs are b-sides like Amnesia, Quicksand and of course, Trouble. But If U Seek Amy, Mannequin and Unusual You really make up for the rest of the weaker points in Circus (like Mmm Papi...or My Baby, oh dear).

I slept over at Jenn's place with Camille and Solomon on Friday night to study for stats, and instead of pouring over regression or correlation or ANOVA tables or the much beloved Chi-Square Tests, we gorged ourselves on ice cream, chocolate and regular chips and talked about Britney, Jenn's brother ("Felix, you are NOT HITTING ON MY BROTHER WHEN HE COMES HOME DRUNK!"), annoying best friends, anorexic friends and sex positions. Needless to say, despite being fun, I don't think we're ever going to have another study sleepover. Stats destroyed us three.

Oh well, guess who's going to see Britney on March 19th!!!