You know you’re female when the overwhelming urge to cry follows a heinous laughing fit over nothing.
Fucking ovaries.
Currently trying to think of the best method of quickly revising physics for tomorrow D: So sick of the exams but a bunch of us are going to the cinema to watch The Dictator which ought to improve our general mood considereably ;D
I’ve sort of stumbled upon my mum’s old Nathalie Imbruglia album that we used to listen to in the car wherever we went. Connotations of summer, visiting relatives in London and terrible singing voices. But we were all happy so those memories aren’t so bad (:
I succeed in the one thing that will ensure my failure in LIFE. Oh procrastination, you cheeky devil.
I feel restarting this blog is my next best move, however. Blackberry, do you insist on failing at providing me with decent apps for all my social networking sites?
www.melodramaticmumbles.tumblr.com
NEW TUMBLR.
Soon, I will have internet everywhere and I promise to update regularly when I do.
I love waking up with a face full of sunshine. It tends to drown everything in a positive vibe and it sets the day up for lovely things.
Cinnamon whirrrrrrls.
So, things didn’t quite go to plan.
Me and Jess had a lovely evening and we watched movies and casually displayed a little too much interest in the hospital bed that’s now elegantly positioned in my living room. She met my family and they’re completely mad but for some reason, being a mad parent means you’re a cool parent.
But this morning she woke up ill and was being sick so we had to take her home.
Ohmygosh. So there was one tea cake left and (You should know that in our house “Bagsie” is a genuine law that we all follow) I tried to bagsie it against my dad and because of the whole bonjela incident I didn’t say it clearly enough for anyone to hear me and I .. Well I ..
I’m without tea cake.
I just accidentally overdosed on bonjela and now my whole mouth is numb.
I would like to think I’m the kind of person to only pick up highly intellectual books and read them until I find myself in the early hours of tomorrow.
But unfortunately I bought “Unwind” from the teenage fiction section in Waterstones and cannot for the life of me seem to put it down.
Don’t get me wrong, Shusterman can tell a story but he ain’t no John Green.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
