| | of all the times i choose to blog, i choose the night (morning of) my
technical terms exam. typical. as the screen turns a little blurry and
my eyes cross from overcaffeination, i'm trying to remember how to
define A-line, bias-cut, gussets and minaudieres.. technically. what
about a leg-of-mutton sleeve?
for the very first time ever maybe last week or so, i felt like i was
so done with school and entirely ready to work.. and it wasn't brought
on by me not liking my course or anything -i love it to bits- which
surprised me as much as relieved me, since i've always had the sneaking
suspicion that i was destined to be an eternal student.. part of my
whole escapism deal.. character flaw ;) i suppose it's just like how i
miss good ol' brown (beloved pvd in T-14) so bloody much but london in many ways is moving on
and moving up. but knowing me, 1 week into work (come this time next
year) i'm totally gonna be like sitting on my couch (if i even have one
in what i envision to be my £40-a-week zone-4 bedsit that i'll probably
have to share with a bunch of crackwhores) shutting my eyes willing
myself to wake up from the nightmare that is real life. but of course
it won't happen and then i'll just walk out to the kebab van and buy
greasy refried onion rings and a juicy kebab as sweet sweet escapism.
yes!
heavenly time at oxford with G, I and who else but my darling MEL who
bought truckloads of junk for us to gorge our faces to season 3 of
grey's. who now doesn't cook on high heat because she has learned
patience, who makes a mean bowl of noodles, who pranced around the
field in trinity like a loony and who walked hand in hand with me
around the campus such that we looked like a pair of right lesbians. oh and who did everything in between.
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