To care and carry you, carry you home.
Written on | October 19, 2010 | 1 Comment
This week I: bought a large amount of chicken Supernoodles, got fined a paltry 20p for overdue books, watched 13 Going On 30 and had my faith in humanity restored yet again, spent seven hours in the library, listened to an awesome joke about butter, ate far too many packets of Skips, went to band practice in a genuine underground studio where my fellow band members improvised their way through Jesus Of Suburbia and was intimidated out of my mind, concocted a meal entirely out of junk food bought from the library vending machines, saw The Death And Life Of Charlie St. Cloud and The Social Network in the cinema, spent my Saturday night looking at old pictures with my best friend and saying things that happened three months ago are so far away now, bought a book of Baudelaire’s poems for 50p, received a recipe for cheesey cauliflower and broccoli gratin from my Grandma in the mail, and quit the University of Glasgow. Yes internet, you did read that right. 25-10-10 is the week everything happens. I’m shaking like a leaf on the corner of life and meaning it this time.
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I am never ever going to get over this.- hello rude people of the world! one day karma's going to get you back!
October 19th, 2010 @ 7:29 pm
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