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God the summer. It's so humid everywhere, and my hair is growing wild, seriously it's everywhere but I can't cut it because well Christ I've gone ahead and told everyone I'm donating it to cancer, but then my bloody mum went up and decided it needed a trim, so I've lost at least two inches, and the bloody hair dresser didn't even cut it right - not saying I'd do a better job, but hell it is her bloody job innit?
I've got all these bracelets on my right arm too, which is making it sweaty, but I can't cut them off because Coley gave them to me and she's quite the character. I'm writing a letter to her now, well, not right now obviously, or I wouldn't be babbling on this, but in my bedroom. I was on a roll, blabbing to her, because I promised I would and I just got her letter to me in the mail, and oh - I adore getting mail, who the hell doesn't? - but then my tea was getting cold so I went back downstairs and then I thought to myself, 'hell I've only got one more episode of series 5, 11th Doctor, yeh?' so I went and watched that, which - incidently - was fucking amazing, holy crap. And by the time I'd had my mind blown and gotten over the gorgeous Matt Smith, and checked out disc 6 and all that rubbish it was 21:23 and the letter was still sitting on my bed.
I re-found the Vlogbrothers today, re-found meaning I've subscribed to them before and all and watched and loved, but I just didn't find the time for their beauty-schedule. But now it's summer and nothing's holding me back, and it's fucking John Green who wrote 'Will Grayson, will grayson' a classic Levithan novel, and Lordy, Hank who's just a sweety pie, I love him. So yes - I re-found them today. And it was a great time.
Doctor Who and Nerdfighters - a fantastic day.
G'night,
-Mozart's
I've got all these bracelets on my right arm too, which is making it sweaty, but I can't cut them off because Coley gave them to me and she's quite the character. I'm writing a letter to her now, well, not right now obviously, or I wouldn't be babbling on this, but in my bedroom. I was on a roll, blabbing to her, because I promised I would and I just got her letter to me in the mail, and oh - I adore getting mail, who the hell doesn't? - but then my tea was getting cold so I went back downstairs and then I thought to myself, 'hell I've only got one more episode of series 5, 11th Doctor, yeh?' so I went and watched that, which - incidently - was fucking amazing, holy crap. And by the time I'd had my mind blown and gotten over the gorgeous Matt Smith, and checked out disc 6 and all that rubbish it was 21:23 and the letter was still sitting on my bed.
I re-found the Vlogbrothers today, re-found meaning I've subscribed to them before and all and watched and loved, but I just didn't find the time for their beauty-schedule. But now it's summer and nothing's holding me back, and it's fucking John Green who wrote 'Will Grayson, will grayson' a classic Levithan novel, and Lordy, Hank who's just a sweety pie, I love him. So yes - I re-found them today. And it was a great time.
Doctor Who and Nerdfighters - a fantastic day.
G'night,
-Mozart's