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Once again, I've been abandoning this journal. Woe is me! But how predictable.
First year of university is over. Moving to London in September to start freshmen year after my foundation course in art and design. Bye, bye Maidstone, Kent! It was... interesting, to say the least. I've stuffed myself with plenty of fun, disturbing, unfortunate, yet unbelievable memories. I have so many stories to share, many drunken tales that seem too far-fetched to be be true, but even more that just bring smiles and laughter to my face.
Follow my TUMBLR. It's less wordy and personal, therefore, you may not hear many of my stories (which is probably a relief), but it still follows my life in a small scale.
First year of university is over. Moving to London in September to start freshmen year after my foundation course in art and design. Bye, bye Maidstone, Kent! It was... interesting, to say the least. I've stuffed myself with plenty of fun, disturbing, unfortunate, yet unbelievable memories. I have so many stories to share, many drunken tales that seem too far-fetched to be be true, but even more that just bring smiles and laughter to my face.
Follow my TUMBLR. It's less wordy and personal, therefore, you may not hear many of my stories (which is probably a relief), but it still follows my life in a small scale.