So... I don't feel very grown up right now. And that's not down to me acting childish, it's down to the fact that we didn't view the house in the end. Which, by itself, is sad. But after today's lectures, I wouldn't dare let any of my body language or any gypsy know that (the lectures were on body language and gypsies... I'm not being racist, honest).
I'm about to try and do something I've never done before. Finish an essay (not an evaluation) with a finished reference list before I settle down for the night for the tradition big Tuesday call. Not gonna lie, I'm obviously procrastinating by writing this blog, but deep down, I think you should write creatively. Because, truly, everytime I've written a blog , I then want to do my essay and I bash out a good couple of hundred words before I am amused by a funny YouTube video I should have watched years ago but was too lazy to watch it. Seriously, I only just discovered that Charlie found candy mountain.
I'm about to finish my essay with my flatmate in my bed (working together... not what you think) and we'll both be doing our own thing. Really, I couldn't get a girl in bed if I tried. Now that I'm at Uni (and out), they can't stop getting into it. I have that way with women I guess...
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