Thanks Guys (!)

So I decided to revise out in the courtyard in the glorious sunshine the other day. Fantastic idea right? Literally could not have been more wrong. After reading for a good few hours my eyes got a little tired and I fell asleep lying out on the blanket in the sun. Not only did this result in a very bad one sided tan but also something a little peculiar.

When I eventually woke, which I might add was only about half an hour later, I found that all my notes had been replaced by one handwritten piece of paper. ‘If you want your precious notes back you’re going to have to do a strip tease for us. We’re watching the courtyard in anticipation of seeing a lot more of your lush self. From your revision stealing admirers.’ What the fuck right! I scanned the courtyard but couldn’t exactly see into any of the windows due to the sun.

Unfortunately what could have been a terribly exciting story ends with the fact that I had typed up versions of the notes and so didn’t actually need them back. I decided to leave my own note with a simple ‘no thanks honey’ and headed back inside. 

Seriously boys is stealing my revision the only way you can get any action? That’s a little sucky.

In other news I have finally finished all my exams and until the results only merriment with lots of dancing and alcohol will ensue. Yay for me but not so much for my purse or liver. ParDy!

voilà

In a poor attempt of revision I decided to repaint my nails with glittery nail stuff. This seemed like a very wise idea but now as I look around what looks like a glitter explosion I’m starting to regret the decision. It’s all over my face and hair and most importantly my bed. I wonder how the guy staying over will feel about this. He will go to sleep as a man and wake.. as a DIVA! 

Anyway it’s a well known fact that the key to a successful exam if great nails right? Yep, thought so. 

Some Form of Torture

The weather being this glorious when I have to stay inside and pretend to revise is totally cruel and unfair. And yes I may have taken a short four hour break to go to the park but it’s still just mean.

Spent a good hour on the swings. The judgey mum crowd were shooting evil looks at us as we had competitions to see who could go the highest and then jump off at peak height. You’d never know that we’re all nearly twenty (silently freaking out about how old I am) by the way we were all running around and giggling. It was a good distraction from the failing of my exams I must say. Regretting it now. Last minute cramming is disgusting.