February 2012
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Can't say i'm looking forward to going back there...
I don’t even know what’s gotten into me, i used to love being there, having my own space, being able to do whatever no questions asked. Now i find myself avoiding the place and just have no desire to be there. I wish it were summer, i could just stay home and read.
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Last week i started jogging, it has been extremely...
Does anyone have any tips? Currently i can’t jog far and i’m having issues with asthma again but i really don’t want to quit.
amysfreakshow asked: 16 and 10! =o
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Giving up swearing for lent, nobody likes a potty...
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Think i'm going to snuggle up and watch Lost In...
Though saying that i’m quite tempted by Harry Potter or i could read some of Catching Fire. Definitely a night owl i am.
I hope my results are up at midnight...
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Some horrible child kicked the Hogwarts Express, he kicked it! I’d have fucking kicked him if he were mine.
Home is where the good cereal is.
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Mummy bear ran me a bath, love being home.
“There are thousands of people who want to talk to me, so long as I open their...”
– Caitlin Moran
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Being called a sweaty arse by a 4 year old; about...
That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
Also can't wait until Sunday.
Hogwarts Express, York. I’m there.
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I'm going home tomorrow and staying until Monday,...
Even though it may not seem like it, i do enjoy living away from home but sometimes it all gets too much and there are times when i just don’t want to be here and times when nothing can compare to being at home. I’ve missed the standard welcoming committee of dogs when i arrive home and eating dinner with people as here we pretty much eat at different times so usually alone. Sleep will...
I have a 9.15, i hate 9.15s
The worst thing is this module could be really interesting but at 9.15 it’s just not happening, and we sit in this god awful ‘lecture theatre’ that has walls made from the same wood everything else is made off and yellowing lighting, depressing.
“In the library I felt better, words you could trust and look at till you...”
– Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (via bookmania)
