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Always waiting for these random out of context scenes in Family Guy/American Dad hehe.
(Source: eeveeminaj)
All I could think about tonight is how the summer might be ruined. I mean, it was already cut short to a week, and then now a parental ban on the destination.
The video of the ferrari crash made me feel so stupid, getting all worked up by such comparatively trivial matters when I have my healthy existence to be thankful for. For the entire academic year the prospect of santorini has shone bright for me like a talisman. If that were to fall away what else is there to go along on? If this fails i’m going to be taking all the blame, but I cant pass any of this blame on to anyone/anything. It’s so frustrating how much does life have to screw me over before it is satisfied? Then I think of the red sports car hurtling into the cab again and get reminded of how insignificant my worries should really be.
But why don’t I feel better at all?
I had put the additional harshness of this winter and the gloom of easter into perspective, by the thought of emergence into an extra glorious summer. But now no sunshine elsewhere in Europe is going to warm me up in the same way as santorini would.
I hope my dad comes to his senses. Despair is what this is.
Silly as it might sound
We were on skype, muted, for 15 hours.
Even though we didnt speak from start to end
It was nice having you beyond that virtual window
Comforting.
I’m so thankful I have someone
Even more thankful that it’s you.
I have never come right out and apologised to anyone i’ve been with before.
Usually I just sulk and insist on thinking i’m right, even if the argument is a balanced one.
But tonight I easily set aside my pride cos I know how much it’d mean to you to hear the words. I think of how much you’ve done for me and how this is the very least you deserve.
I sincerely meant my sorry.
And that’s how much I know I love you.
I was right here, at the natural history museum last month! The boys were so excited by it but it was basically just a long escalator ride through a series of ambiguous instalments, after which we had to climb down several flights of stairs because there was no downwards equivalent.
Leaving London in 3 days and going back to my life at notts. Yes, i’m going to miss my daily hugs, how convenient the basement gym is, being able to get splendid sushi nearby, having my mail collected by a porter. Yet, I do enjoy the solitude back home, getting dressed for coffee and pastry runs in Beeston, taking those walks which allow me to sort out my thoughts. I truly wish that the weather improves though. Everytime I step outside the first thought that comes to mind is “so sick of the gloom and cold”. Before I left notts a month ago, I did something really lame was to write myself a letter, to read when I go back again.
What the hell?! But have totally forgotten what the note says so I’m already a tad curious and looking forward to reading it when I get back.
Santorini + barca in 3.5 weeks’ time (: We spent quite abit on accommodation (got a villa with a private jacuzzi!) but it’s just as well #YOLO. I want to bring along a copy of American Gods or Ender’s Game, but figure that the rest would think i’m nuts for blowing away my trip by reading. Or, that i’d be too sun-drunk/high in space to do that. Heehee.
Feeling so detached from the world right now. Not that i’m complaining - it helps fuel concentration, but not like that is even optimal at this point.
There are many thing I’ve done that i’m not proud of.
Getting uncontrollably drunk on champagne at a store launch is one of them.
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