
I was sitting in my room slaving over my essay, which is really a lie. This essay isn't due for another 3 weeks and I went to the library to do a little research and reading and ended up writing a stupid amount and now I have to cut it down because I've exceeded word count and I'm not really close to finishing content wise and oh my god I'm such a nerd sometimes.
So, um.
Lucinda and Kathryn came in with a proposition - no, that's exactly what they said. In fact:
Lucinda: Laura, we have a proposition for you.
Me: Wat
Lucinda: We're going to make oreo cupcakes
Kathryn: Then have a picnic outside!
Me: It's quite picnic weather
Lucinda: Isn't it?
And thus, an impromptu Tesco trip where we bought picnic foods and didn't make oreo cupcakes after all.

I fucking LOVE breadsticks, I'll have you know.



I seem to spend 90% of my time talking about it, so I will

I kinda look like a corpse. Like weirdly washed out pale sigh bad lighting sh.
Didn't go out Friday - even though it's normally tradition!!! - because no one else really was. And I'm broke, by the way. Instead, stayed in, mixed cocktails & played the David Attenborough drinking game, which of course got to the point where everyone was just making up rules. ('No Laura, not every time there's more than one creature on the screen...')
Next week instead!
I've reached the point where I'm searching for things to say in a vain attempt to fill this entry with something decently interesting, but I'm drawing at quite a blank. Therefore, I will stop here and start writing up my babble on last night's oscars instead!
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