the last part of photo history was agony. not because the subject was tedious or anything such. no! hell no! i'm just itching so much all over my body i cant take it. i feel like on the plane back, my ears bleeding. just wanting to cry because theres nothing i can do to make it go away. i should just go home, take my shirt off and scratch myself ( Read more... )

 
apparently they've decided who's good enough for kent. i dont want to go ask. i dont really want to know. everyone else seems to be filling out the blasted ucas forms and blah i have this horrible feeling i was a no no. no teacher has run up to me and say, hey! fill out your form. i dont like this at all. i should go ask. but i dont want to.

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 i wish i could say i couldnt stop crying at the airport. i could stop laughing ( Read more... )

 
in an hour, the train, singing to the ark on our shared headphones too too loud, annoying other passengers. a bit of shopping, & then stalk the ark, the best hobby in the world (some people are trying to steal it. it's ours!) we'll buy them drinks and they'll have to buy some back because its common courtesy or something and we'll make them pose ( Read more... )

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SQUEEEEE!!!

the word of today. we've been going squee since last night. there's too much to tell and way too much to say, just cant bare it now. !!! too smitten, too everything. and too tired. my back hurts. ack.

there was drama with the guestlist, but because we are ola's favorite girls apparently, we got our money back and he was very ( Read more... )

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