So I started this thing, posted a couple of times, then totally neglected it. Oh, I fail. But seeing as I should be writing a blog for uni but cbf I decided writing anything on here would at least give me something to do.
Pause: The washing machine just beeped, time to put my sheets and towels in the dryer.

Ok, back. I know no-one reads this thing ( Read more... )

Today I bought purple skinny legs. They're hot ( Read more... )

There is approximately 41 minutes until my Foundations of Western Culture tutorial starts. Fantastic ( Read more... )

Ugh, I hate writing stuff for uni. I have yet another Effective Writing assessment due tomorrow, admittedly it's only got to be 250 words in length and I've already written about half, but it is seriously the most annoying thing in the world to do. And I feel like I have to do well in this one because the last two I handed in were pretty horrendous ( Read more... )

I hate pimples ( Read more... )

I have the net back, obviously ( Read more... )

I am addicted to oversized pixie sticks.
They sell them for 30 cents at uni. And I'm addicted.

That's all.
-el x.

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It's not so much that I miss them. It's not like with the invention of MSN, MySpace, Facebook, text messaging, etc. etc., that I can't keep in constant contact with every single one of them. I don't even live that far away.
To be quite honest, I wouldn't say I miss them. I'd say I miss something that was non-existent before I left anyway. I suppose ( Read more... )

I don't know why, but for one reason or another, this is one of my favourite Fall Out Boy songs ever.
It reminds me of parties at high school, being drunk, saying things I shouldn't have, doing things I shouldn't have. But also having some of the best times of my life. Sometimes I miss those days. Or is it the people? Maybe this song embodies more ( Read more... )