Decided I don’t like third year. Currently avoiding my dissertation by job hunting, which is making me as miserable as my dissertation would. Fuck thissssss.
Paint party take 2! :D
Half an hour dissertation work means food and procrastination time surely? Or possibly time to go murder the asshole down the road trying to play drums.
This lecture is boring the tits off me.
3rd year just got super real and scary :(
Sunday night in bed watching Casualty crying.
So my day consisted of: face-timing Sarah and my sister, cuppa tea with Iain, cuddling in bed with Bernie, faffing with my hair and makeup for over an hour. And listening to Kelly Clarkson’s album on repeat.
Definitely girlie productive.
To then find out I’m not needed at work tonight :D
Well my contact lenses hate me and I have work tonight :\ this is not going to be fun.
My garden at home. My sister is teasing me with snow photos. Plymouth you suck!