Dobby is a free elf!
OK, my exams are (finally) over. I've spent half of today's afternoon trying to impress my teacher with my non-existent knowledge of literature and apparently I've succeeded (he didn't ask about poetry, that's it), and the second half of this afternoon was killed by me and my flatmate Milla in a shopping centre.
I have a couple of photos from past two(!) months, because I had literally no fucking free time since around 5th of May.
I've been studying - you know - a lot (maybe a bit more than I should, that's why I'm so dead). I've found more than 15 lucky-clovers this year (again). I guess this and folding paper-cranes actually helps me through all of my exams.
I got this tiny pocket watch via e-bay from a BJD accessory company, but I actually intend to keep it for myself, anyway it was my first international package. It arrived in early May.
Don't zoom the last pic, it's only a scar from a fierce battle between me and a nasty, man-eating, dreadful and cunning shelf in our bathroom. Yeah, it hurt.
---I would like my roses to see you. It's one of the best pick-up lines ever said. Sometimes I do wish I was special enough to hear something similar (but in my case roses would wither at the spot). I went to the botanical garden for a day to study, I think I met there a few of my uni colleagues by coincidence.
Mabel had read somewhere that day sunset was supposed to look very nice and I was like: "Let's go and watch it." It wasn't especially nice, actually it was pretty ordinary, but at least we could joke about our romantic relationship (which we obviously don't have, 'k).
Oh-so-nothing-extraordinary photos, another lucky clover and an ice-cream I had after a test or exam (honestly, I have no idea what was the occasion).
A slightly better sunset I went to see only in my dorm slippers. I just felt that way, I guess.
A view from our balcony (yes, I have moved into a flat, but atm I'm too tired to explain everything properly). And a Ayano Amane bookmark Mabel printed and gave to me (well, I'm not a fan of this mangaka, but the bookmark fitted nicely into a morphology textbook). OK, I'd like to write more, but I'm exhausted and my laptop is almost dead (and I don't want to move from my bed to a desk to feed him a bit of electricity), so I'm leaving the rest of my thoughts to another day.
I have a couple of photos from past two(!) months, because I had literally no fucking free time since around 5th of May.
I've been studying - you know - a lot (maybe a bit more than I should, that's why I'm so dead). I've found more than 15 lucky-clovers this year (again). I guess this and folding paper-cranes actually helps me through all of my exams.
I got this tiny pocket watch via e-bay from a BJD accessory company, but I actually intend to keep it for myself, anyway it was my first international package. It arrived in early May.
Don't zoom the last pic, it's only a scar from a fierce battle between me and a nasty, man-eating, dreadful and cunning shelf in our bathroom. Yeah, it hurt.
---I would like my roses to see you. It's one of the best pick-up lines ever said. Sometimes I do wish I was special enough to hear something similar (but in my case roses would wither at the spot). I went to the botanical garden for a day to study, I think I met there a few of my uni colleagues by coincidence.
Mabel had read somewhere that day sunset was supposed to look very nice and I was like: "Let's go and watch it." It wasn't especially nice, actually it was pretty ordinary, but at least we could joke about our romantic relationship (which we obviously don't have, 'k).
Oh-so-nothing-extraordinary photos, another lucky clover and an ice-cream I had after a test or exam (honestly, I have no idea what was the occasion).
A slightly better sunset I went to see only in my dorm slippers. I just felt that way, I guess.
A view from our balcony (yes, I have moved into a flat, but atm I'm too tired to explain everything properly). And a Ayano Amane bookmark Mabel printed and gave to me (well, I'm not a fan of this mangaka, but the bookmark fitted nicely into a morphology textbook). OK, I'd like to write more, but I'm exhausted and my laptop is almost dead (and I don't want to move from my bed to a desk to feed him a bit of electricity), so I'm leaving the rest of my thoughts to another day.