I am getting by on the fact that, by this time tomorrow, I will have never have to do any RM coursework ever again.
Yes, you read right. Just savour that for a moment.
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Very well, moving on.
My trip to Liverpool was very nice. For a trip to Liverpool, that is. (Jks Liverpool, ILY) Talking to Jonny kept me sane (:D), as my iPod ran out of charge and my grandmother's main topic of conversation is Marks & Spencer. And I'm not kidding- every other sentence is in regards to Marks & Spencer. Except she calls it 'Marks', like she's name dropping or they're so close they're on a first name basis.
But, I have seen enough pink trees to last me the rest of my life. You see, in Liverpool, there are these trees.
Pink trees. And they. Are. EVERYWHERE. Every single garden has at least three. I never want to see another pink tree as long as I live. *shudder*
Neil and I's Simba and Mufasa idea = the total LOL. :)
Maths later. A single tear rolls down my cheek.