My mood swings are getting far too out of hand at the moment. How have I gone from being so happy at seeing The Avengers (which was as amazing as everyone has said), to absolutely hating everyone and everything? I hate this so much.
I could unpack… or I could have cuddles from a very handsome cat. (Taken with instagram)
My last night in Southampton for 4 months, is being spent in a house with 2 Bulgarians who are extremely annoyed with me because I’m taking the internet home with me tomorrow. (I’ve had things like “But I have an exam on Monday, can’t we just send it to you when we go home?” No, I offered to change it into their name, and they chose not to. Therefore I am taking it with me)
I had such a lovely day, despite the fact I spent it alone. I went and sat by the docks, and watched all the ships coming in, and the Red Eagle was in at Red Funnel and I got all pissed off at it, and now have a hatred for it.
I got such a nice tan, all over my arms, my legs, my face, my feet - which also have nice, white, little plaster marks; but not my chest… which is a lovely shade of pink, with a white “S” stamped into it thanks to my necklace. Now I have a semi-permanent reminder of being a slut. It’s kind of like the Scarlet Letter, but the other way round…
In northwestern Montana, the water is so transparent in this lake that it seems to be quite shallow.
When in fact, it’s very deep.
woaaaaah
it’s like over 100ft deep
I don’t know whether to believe this photo…
(Source: niftyjaguar, via wemmles)
