LC Ball a big burning pile of poo.

That is all.

One should never allow oneself to be influenced by certain nefarious souls into sending drunken text messages. That is all.

So I'm exhausted and I'm sickish and on antibiotics and stuff, but nothing could justify the embarrassing story of doom ( Read more... )

Dear Examining Commission ( Read more... )

It would be during the exams that the torrential flood that was May finally buggers off and something approaching summer arrives. Actually, considering how utterly Wintery May was, June is alarmingly summery ( Read more... )

1. If the exams that determined whether I get into Cambridge or not did not start in two days ( Read more... )

Ok so, basically, this is a dead journal. Only not. because it's live. These are the sort of observations that I will regret tomorrow morning when I haven't had too much wine, but I digress.

Anyways, I'm reviving this journal to do a meme, because iliketea gave me a letter. And the idea is that you write about ten things related to that letter and why ( Read more... )

Ok, so I know I never update anymore, so here's rundown of my last six months in bullet-point form ( Read more... )

( Sometimes we seek to be insulted, by
Fintan O'Toole )

OMG LIEK WOAH OFFER FROM CAMBRIDGE.

P.S. many thanks to the lovelies who sent me christmas cards. i'm a bad person, so you didn't get any cards in return.