i’ve nearly survived a full week of classes, i’ve met with both my thesis advisors (me talking with my english half advisor: “I don’t want to just write something, i write all of the time.” Her: “Oh, no, that would be useless you have to do something more.”) I’ve swam a few times this week and practice starts Tuesday
now after my classes today i’m going home because there aren’t any cats here
and there’s a kamelot concert calling my name on monday
I’VE LIVED THROUGH TWO WHOLE CLASS DAYS AND GETTING UP BEFORE 11
& i swam with my favourite german today
remember that time i had dinner in a graveyard in oxford?
but pre-novel novellas
why would you
why would you want to write such pain
(i’m reading sideways it’s an art leave me alone)
no longer channeling YA sorceress
now channeling ‘girl who had to wash/pack all her YA sorceress clothes for Oxford so she’s wearing swimming t-shirts for the next two days’
on the bright side we got an e-mail and the director was like ‘it’s been cold and rainy here so pack with that in mind’
thank u england. i will pack my jackets.
under the cold dark exterior beats the heart of a girl who just really freaking loves guinea pigs
my family keeps commenting on the fact that i chopped the arms off the shirt and trying to make me feel bad for doing it but it’s like
do you see what this shirt says
it’s impossible to ruin
The deed is done.
(Haha bathroom mirror picture bc the bathroom is the only room bright enough??? Oh well)
let’s take everything Emily adores and has been crafting into a novel herself and let’s put it in a series totally unlike her own except for a few key similarities (a.k.a. v i l l a i n p e r s o n a l i t y so the most important feature)
IT’S FINE IT WON’T KILL HER
SHE’LL BE OK.
(NO THIS IS A LIE
THIS KILLS THE MAN)