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Stuff like this is why I am a Guardianista. (Seriously, so much word on the first bit. While I have great sympathy for the arts, the public can withstand cuts to its budget. Cuts to welfare, schools etc., not so much.)
-According to my French exchange, my life is like a film. I feel weirdly flattered- although having to work through her questions on sexuality in Britain was... a tiny bit awkward, not least because we were in a fairly quiet coffee shop, and both of us had difficulties communicating what it was we were trying to express in the discussion. I think at one point she got the idea that we're all bi over here, though I'm not entirely sure.
I am also interested as to what kind of film it is, exactly...
-Having been given my predicted grades (A*AA) a couple of weeks ago, I am applying for Cambridge again, my French teacher's mini-panic-attack-inducing class talks on how draining and stressful and ugh Oxbridge apps are notwithstanding. Don't get me wrong, it is draining and stressful and ugh, but if I get in? So worth it.
-On the topic of university,
orrien is leaving me London this Saturday. SAD AMY IS SAD, even though yesterday afternoon spent round at her house was rather fun (when I wasn't crying at Criminal Minds' 'Reaper' arc. MY GOD. There are Iron Woobies, and then there's Reid), and there's still IM but no more hugs, so.
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These are gorgeous.