I'm having a birthday picnic with my friend Richard. In my infinite wisdom, I've decided that I want it to be Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy themed as it's his favourite book(s). So, we're having the picnic at the end of the universe and using towels as picnic blankets. However, I'm struggling for food ( Read more... )

Oh Doctor, I've missed you.

Thank goodness it was good.

Oh Ten, I will miss you.

Fuck my fucking life. My wisdom teeth are coming through, my gums are imflammed and I have a mouth full of fecking ulcers. So it hurts to eat at the one point of the damn year I can be a fucking glutton! We have all this nice food in the house and I cannot eat it. Christmas dinner is going to be unbearable.

Fuck my life.

YOU GUYS. MY HAIR HAS ORANGE STREAKS. ORANGE. STREAKS. HOW WILL I LEAVE THE HOUSE TOMORROW?!?!

pleasepleaseplease let the henna oxidise to a good shade. feck.

So, I look like I havea steaming pile of poo on my head, wrapped in clingfilm. I think this is a good thing. I have no idea what it's going to look like! The strand test didn't really look any different, but the henna wasn't particularly hot and I only left it for half an hour. Fingers crossed I wont be orange!

I'm currently dyeing my hair with henna. Fingers crossed I won't be green or orange in half an hour's time. Currently doing the strand test... watch this space.

First exam in 2 hours 40 minutes! This is my exam week of hell - exams Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday (oh yes, nothing is sacred) and then my degree is totally over. How sad ( Read more... )

So busy. No time to even write full sentencs. I am alive and vaguelly well-ish. My entire university career is over in less than a month. Exams shall slay me.

I saw Hairspray at the theatre in London last night. AMAZING ( Read more... )