World, this is what I think of you

Phone stolen, cannot pay bills, cannot call mother, boyfriend or employer, I am officially broke(which is not a good thing when you need to buy a new phone) AND I have seven exams crammed in the first two weeks of June.
(thank you Nash for helping me express this through you)

Post entitled This is not a joke or God I love my flatmates

Yes indeed this is what I wore tonight whilst writing a large part of my History of Journalism Essay because my flatmates were:

1. Having sexual intercourse of some sort

2. Listening to loud music

I took the devices out as I finished off the essay a mere 30 minutes ago and alas! Both the humping and the terrible excuse for Rn'B was gone. Who said pens were for writing only?

In other news...

Two of my best friends are leaving the country very soonish and the terrible state that I am in has not been helped by the horrendous amount of work I have been given. Had my first official breakdown today crying in the toilets adjecent to Centre for Journalism. Good day on the whole as I found the last of the presents for above mentioned friends. I am an excellent present finder...

Sibling love

Few things in life as as satisfying as watching your younger sister make her bed perfectly neat and tidy, stretching the sheet so that you can bounce a coin on it and when she looks away...

JUMP!