have a little priest.

today was fine.

i spent my free quietly in the upstairs part of college. i was sorting out next year on UCAS, and i had no problem with that. just couldn't be bothered to do a personal statement, and pick other courses to take up the space.
i ended up sitting by leyla and watching videos about buscemi. did i spell it right this time?

also, just before photography, i went to the co-op for a snack, and ended up getting a pasta pot which i usually get for lunch. when i went outside i was interviewed by a woman that had lumps on her face. i got bored during it, recieved nothing, and never got to look at the giant smelly sausage dog walking by properly.

in photography we were all gathered around together. it was awkward, and as if it never happened. the class doesn't need this to happen! we wrote down what we loved and hated, pretty similar to last lesson. then toby asked for us to have our picture taken, and i made him take a picture of my feet.

at livs we watched sweeney todd. oh and we ate ice cream with nutella and brownies, which made us really hyper. and i was basically screaming along to the songs and probably ruining it for liv. however, the songs have never been so stuck in my head everrrrr.

then not long later, i met leyla. it's one of the first times i've had no problem with getting on the bus to the metro centre and back. although the bus drivers both took a long time to read it, which scared me.
we saw 'i love you phillip morris' which we had wanted to see for a looooooong time. i enjoyed it, but i was expecting better. it was quite sad. but i thought it was a cute story aswell.
oh and the cinema screens at the cinema are tiny compared to the room.

i'm so tiredd. it's a week til my birthday, and i'm not excited at all.
oh shit i forgot about frank turner too.