Fresh ta death.
Manchester boy and I spent two nights studying for this Principals of Arts Management class at Paradiso. He's in love with Paradiso. And cookies so I must point him in the direction of The Cookie Jar or Insomnia Cookies ("There's a cookie delivery service?!") so he can get off my case about how much I love cake.
Um we mostly talked, sipped Earl Grey tea/black coffee and then quizzed each other and then made UK plans and freaked out about how easy/random the class notes were which could either be a good/bad thing. Like I think I might fall in love with his best-friend who he affectionately calls "tea ( or 'T' depending on your slang spelling preferences) bag." Dirty boys.
So the test was 20 questions. Multiple choice. I think everyone finished in less than 10 minutes. Most definitely.
I made flash cards that he said were useless. And well he was right. Whatever, I love making flash cards.
I'm returning those Doc Martens. No longer in love like I thought I was. Happens all the time.
I would like silver ones but seriously UK sizes are just wrong.
I'll save all my money for Top Shop.
He suggested that I move to London after school. Because I'm "so London". I laughed and laughed. Completely ridiculous idea.
But then I thought about it.
I mean why not move somewhere else? I only have vague intentions to either work in Chicago or study in New York City. And if I did leave I'd still manage to go to school so I'd have a purpose beyond blogging about banging random boys with Ray-Bans who like Uffie remixes or whatever.
I don't want to think about my post-undergrad future (because that means thinking about loans I have to pay back).
I can't make flash cards for this math midterm 2 of 4) so I'm just going to wish for the lowest passing grade. Can't I just take another literature class?
I picked up everyone and they mama's shift (literally) this week so that will be a pleasant pleasant thing when I get paid. Top Shop Union Jack heart-shaped purses!
Um we mostly talked, sipped Earl Grey tea/black coffee and then quizzed each other and then made UK plans and freaked out about how easy/random the class notes were which could either be a good/bad thing. Like I think I might fall in love with his best-friend who he affectionately calls "tea ( or 'T' depending on your slang spelling preferences) bag." Dirty boys.
So the test was 20 questions. Multiple choice. I think everyone finished in less than 10 minutes. Most definitely.
I made flash cards that he said were useless. And well he was right. Whatever, I love making flash cards.
I'm returning those Doc Martens. No longer in love like I thought I was. Happens all the time.
I would like silver ones but seriously UK sizes are just wrong.
I'll save all my money for Top Shop.
He suggested that I move to London after school. Because I'm "so London". I laughed and laughed. Completely ridiculous idea.
But then I thought about it.
I mean why not move somewhere else? I only have vague intentions to either work in Chicago or study in New York City. And if I did leave I'd still manage to go to school so I'd have a purpose beyond blogging about banging random boys with Ray-Bans who like Uffie remixes or whatever.
I don't want to think about my post-undergrad future (because that means thinking about loans I have to pay back).
I can't make flash cards for this math midterm 2 of 4) so I'm just going to wish for the lowest passing grade. Can't I just take another literature class?
I picked up everyone and they mama's shift (literally) this week so that will be a pleasant pleasant thing when I get paid. Top Shop Union Jack heart-shaped purses!