Late nights are once more a go now that I am back to being studenty.
Speaking about studenty, I think Jamie just got in. After deciding we weren't going to wait up to see where the hell he'd got to me, Izzy and Rochelle left him a lovely Fridge Message to the tune of : 'Jamie we hope you're not dead from too much sexing!' because we're lovely and caring housemates like that. He may have been sexing, he could have also been at the pub. I talk too much.
You guys will give me your honest opinion right? Is this crap?
It's a present for a friend of the family, my mum likes it and my dad says there's something missing and it's annoying me now and I really don't know how I feel about it.
Going for a scan in an hour, so have to drink 1 1/2 litres and then NOT GO TO THE TOILET. I'm not a machine people!
In other news, returned from leeds festival relatively unscathed apart from my LARGE SUNBURNT NOSE that is thankfully hidden by my big pink water bottle in this photo.
Optimus Prime is my hero. I'm studying English with Creative Writing. I like to make digimon out of playdough. I'm an emotinal woman, and I love it. I like to wear fake facial hair. Chaucer is god. I own part of a homemade Tardis.