Also I have SO MANY BOOKS.
AND THEY’RE ALL SO HEAVY.
HAVE I MENTIONED HOW I HATE PACKING
HAVE I?
CUZ I CAN.
Also I have SO MANY BOOKS.
AND THEY’RE ALL SO HEAVY.
HAVE I MENTIONED HOW I HATE PACKING
HAVE I?
CUZ I CAN.
I’m starting the packing up of my flat, and it’s making me really sad. I keep finding weird bits and bobs in hidden corners of my flat like ticket stubs and bits of paper and stuff, and it’s making me so sad! My flat is my home, and it’s the first home I’ve ever lived in on my own, and that’s such a big deal. I don’t want to leave!
It’s been such a good year, and such an important year, and now it’s over.
I’m doing that thing where I’m at least pretending to myself that I’m not going but the more expensive thing without giving it some serious thought.
“she couldn’t talk about her feelings either”
“maybe that’s your type”
I just had such a nice afternoon with my boyfriend that now I feel all soppy and pathetic.
“Banality of Evil,” Mimicry, and the Soviet Subject: Varlam Shalamov and Hannah Arendt
I can’t wait to live with Judith next year. We’re on completely the same wavelength and it’s so fab; Taylor Swift and pop music and laughing/moaning about boys and oh she’s just so fab. I like to feel that we will never judge each other for anything (for my amorality and our mutual occasional patheticness!) We’re gonna have a really good time.
I’ll be sad to leave my little flat (heartbroken) but I should live with people and if I’m ever going to live with people I want it to be Judith really.
I went to revs last night for the first time since first year for someone’s birthday and had such a good time! Lots of cocktails and good bad music. I haven’t been ‘out’ out in such a long time and it was so much fun! Pops, Judith and I all went to McDonalds on the way home and we formed some kind of unholy trinity of bad kisses and pining hearts and chips. It was fab.
Also, pro tip: Russian Bride cocktails are p. much the best things ever.
I’m really sad that I’m applying to jobs I don’t want to do, just so I can afford to go up to the Fringe (to do more work).
Like, I love what I do, but I really wish I was getting paid for it.
:(