Diaz with her glow cup, getting it to work is currently the most exciting and rewarding thing to happen all day.
My bedroom is too hot (which is just fucking great because it’s too cold in the winter) and my head hurts and I can’t sleep and this is all bad news so I am going to blame maths revision because I did some and now I just keep thinking I should do some more because I got quite into it and the probability of me getting in the mood for revision again is not looking very good because this surge of motivation comes round like once or twice a year.
Diaz has just gone home after being left in my company for a couple of hours while her dad went out and she’s coming over tomorrow because she ‘loves Amy’ so it appears that the only people who think I’m great are primary school age or OAPs which is a bit mortifying as my social skills now involve playing with dolls and talking about the good ol’ days and neither of these are going to help with my maths, however I did manage to do a bit of maths revision before Diaz came over and it went well so in ten days I should be fiiiinnneee and might improved my current grade woo.
i just rediscovered the lost boys. ahhhh i loved this when i was little.
(Source: justifiablyanna)
thephysicsofaunicycle replied to your photo: Laura!
that’s actually brilliant on so many levels! “Oh crumbs!”
ahaha thanks! that’s my calendar - the gruffalo!
thephysicsofaunicycle replied to your photo: I fixed the shredder!!!
I’m fascinated by the “grow a” or “grow your own” things you’ve managed to collect
hahaha i have 46 of them, all stuck on my bedroom door, i’ve been collecting them for like two years i think, they’re great :’)
In year 7 I had to admit I couldn’t skip with a skipping rope to my games teacher and she laughed at me :(
Today Emolly told me that my tummy looks like I work out.
i was looking in the mirror this morning and i noticed my lack of teeth for the first time in ages and i had such a shock and it was really weird and you’d think i’d be used to it by now.
in other news i’ve got a consultation on july 4th for my operation to sort out my lack of teeth and excess fibrous tissue and this means i’ll be swollen to fuck again but it also means i get to be put under again and wear a hospital gown again (unless they make me wear a see through paper one for the whole thing. oh god no) and this is brilliant news.
not really i am just right in my example if that makes sense. because i made a thing of reading it daily. if you have them on your wall and don’t read them then it doesn’t help like you said
indeed :)