the only thing getting me through this trinitarian revision is:
this exam will be a re-sit to get 40%, i think.
edit: add another chicken sandwich onto of that list.
i hate surprises. i’m that person who googles plots or searches the internet for spoilers so i know what i’m getting myself into.
i hate it more when someone tells me they’re surprising me, as it’s not really a surprise, and then i start to loath it even more.
my mothers fiancé is one of my favourite people.
aside from being fantastic, he was the one who said i can have the spare ticket to go with his brother to springsteen AND he paid for it/is running us down to coventry for it!!!
and aside from that, he baked carrot cake last night and i jokingly said on fb “i wouldn’t object to half” - and he came round to pick my mum up to take her to work and gave me half the cake.
and said he’ll make me tuna pasta this coming week, along with a jam sponge.
;_; he’s just such a lovely human.
These thorns come with roses,
at first you might not notice.
But someone should warn you,
‘cause I don’t want to hurt you.
I could lay here for awhile,
you’re not asking for that much.
And when you lean in to get me,
I might let you see me blush.
And you make me want to bloom.
i think the most romantic thing anybody has ever done for me was when katie turned up to mine other week (at 10pm) with a mcdonalds milkshake - then followed it up with “i know you like to dip chips into it, so i bought you a large chips as well”
best friends, guys… they’re the definition of true love.
watching some documentary about sex and i was like ‘i’m hungry’
out of the corner of my eye i found my nans chocolate stash, so i now have a fudge, caramel diarymilk and the ‘marvellous creations’ dairymilk (one with the jelly beans in, phwoar)
:’) this night just got better.
mum and geof rang me up earlier to say that they’ve got me a ticket as an early 21st present!!!
naturally, i cried. a lot. like a lot.
so my 20th and 21st presents have included springsteen tickets, not too shabby ;)
i like it when you’re thinking of someone and then they text you, like they’re thinking of you as well.
then it freaks me out because i’m like ‘omg, stop thinking of me’
got roped into going to preston yesterday with beth as she had to babysit one of the vet’s she works with dogs - this woman left us with no food, hardly any contact details, hid all the dogs food and didn’t leave us money for food. plus, in her living room there isn’t a light so when it went dark (we were about an hour away from preston in the countryside), it went pitch-black. WHAT DOES THIS WOMAN AND HER HUSBAND/CHILDREN DO?!
if beth had to do that alone, it’d be fucking horrible. the woman is a cretin.
but i watched the s1 episodes of bbc sherlock for the first time and it was alright. i didn’t want to murder benedict as much as i usually do and i didn’t want to cunt punch martin freeman, so that’s a bonus?
now to write a 2,000 word essay in 2 days. challenge accepted.