Aaaaaannnnnndddddd…….
IT’S A WRAP!
I know it isn’t raining today (wow; big, rare event for London), but this is the perfect rainy weather song. Complete with ribbons of streaky mascara too.
[via Peasandthankyou]
So if you’ve been following my feverish tweets on the peanut butter cravings that always seem to constantly seize me good, you’d probably know that DIY Reese’s PB cups would send me into a dizzying ecstasy of sorts. Very comparable to the sort of happiness that, you know, has you pooping rainbows and unicorns from your behind.
Okay, my point is. I will make my own PB cups once I’m done with this schizo disso. 12,000 words, Imma OWN you. If only for the sake of stuffing my mouth legitimately with a sick amount of chocolate and peanut buttttaaaahhhh.
For the first time, the end of this hellhole looks visibly within my reach.
Eight nights. That’s how long I haven’t slept before 12 noon in the fraakin’ afternoon. That’s the number of all-nighters I’ve been pulling, saved only by four-hour naps in the afternoon. That’s how long I have been jabbing at my laptop, my eyes pleading for sleep and dark circles threatening to eat them poor eyes whole.
You don’t poop unicorns and rainbows when you’re merely happy. You poop multicolor, dayglo mythical creatures of every kind when cold, hard relief washes through you. And you think, dang, I can wing this. I can.
Thank You. Really.
Thank You.
Today I really missed my mom. Sometimes it really is hard to be a 13-hour plane ride apart.
So I just did the next best thing: I made one of her signature dishes for dinner. Soy-glazed baked salmon, packed in a sealed foil packet, just the way she would do it. Although she’d probably grimace if she saw that I didn’t top it with a huge bowl of rice to wipe up all that delicious caramelized soy goodness. That’s another thing you know. In London without my mom, nobody forces me to eat my rice!
I’m pretty sure you can tell by these mofo dark circles, but I didn’t sleep last night. And when I don’t get my hours in, there’s almost nothing that compels me to jump out of those PJs, drag a great deal of concealer under my eyes and get out of the house. But today I did.
For the flea market? Naw, it really wasn’t worth going out on a limb for (or even a pinkie), although I did get to see Shini in the flesh and that really made my day. But of course I was too shy to even say hi, so a quick snap of B grabbing these dusty pink heels from her had to suffice.
We did spend a lot of time crumbling Anzac cookies and forking E‘s sour pasta salad into our mouths, all over hot chocolate and wooden kiwis humping. But really, we could have done nothing at Holloway Road and it would still have been one of the best London Sundays I’ve ever had.
Celest: report – im still alive, surprisingly
luelle: HAHAHA
luelle: congrats
luelle: hows desertation?
Celest: desertation?!!!!
Celest: DISSERTATION
Celest: but yeah, i do feel like i’m drying out lol
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Just how could I not love this girl to death?
D-16
We are really studying our asses off. I promise.
