it’s so fantastic to be home alone. i’m on the couch in a t-shirt and undies, watching gilmore girls, drinking tea and reading journals. It’s so nice to relax and study without the nagging of shouldn’t you be doing an assignment? and can you put something in the dishwasher? or empty the washing machine? and chloe why aren’t you doing that? when in fact i have been doing chores and studying all weekend. it’s so nice to continue what i’m doing without being nagged and to be able to multitask without the question of why i’m not doing something, when i actually am. blessed is the soul of a teenage uni student who’s restricting parents work monday - friday.

phwoarrrr i’m so inlove with akward-emma-louise-foot-tapping boy. i think i’m going to make my move and ask him if he wants to take our relationship to the next level, the friend zone. i hope he says yes.

I just called Jye and unleashed all these complaints about how sad I was my dad isn’t going to be home for my birthday and how my dad’s girlfriend is mean and how I don’t exactly have a mother at the moment. He told me he’d take me on a picnic dinner. Then he told me I can stay at his house as often as I want. For the first time ever Jye said all the right things. 

For my birthday I asked Jye to take me on a picnic. It’s really all I want. I just want to go up into the mountains, eat delectable treats, and make love to the man I love in a picturesque setting. 

stularsen:

I love this nomadic life, but every once in a while I stumble upon a group of people co-existing in such a way that makes me want to live with and be a part of their community. 

i just want you to be apart of my community.

finish assignment with 1 hr 45 minutes to spare therefore learnt nothing about time management or bothering to understand the concepts of what is assessed.

I’ve written a quater of my essay and have notes for almost all the rest. For some reason though, I feel like I’m dying. I don’t know if it is side effects to anxiety or if I’m actually deathly ill but i’m super pale, feel like vomitting every minute (but never actually vomitting), and my chest feels all tight. A true test of my ability to leave assignments to the day they are due. But obviously because I’ve been working so hard in such poor conditions, it’s time to take a break. In the process of making my 3rd cup of green tea and putting cute clothes on. (The better you look, the smarter you are.)