I just got back home to Liverpool.
I’m here two seconds and my brother already feels butthurt, making all kinds of “favourite son” jokes.
Oh, I’m back. This week is gonna be soooo fuuuun~ Trolololol~
Every time I look at how many books I have to read for this essay I really want to take a dive out of my window. Those in the picture, that isn’t even half of them - I have a list of 13. I don’t even read…
So yeah, I should be back on at the end of April/Mid-May hopefully.
Everything’s going kind of alright. Dad’s funeral was on Wednesday - I was fine, but my Mum and Brother were another story. Out of all of us I expected it to be me, but eh, I had a laugh in the funeral - he would have laughed himself at some of the bullshit this priest was spewing out.
I’ve not spoken to my Father since Feburary when he told me about his cancer over the phone… two months after I pissing found out about it. I’ll probably end up phoning him later to see if he’s alright to see me over Easter.
But yeah, end of April/May-ish I should be back spammin’ dashes~!
I didn’t end up kicking that guy’s boingloins through his stomach, because I left the party and ended up having a lovely night with Sophie and Emily watching Moulin Rouge and Trainspotting. And then the whole thing turned into a general Ewan Mcgregor appreciation night. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟand we also somehow ended up confirming that I have a third nipple.idk how this happened.
A leaked FULL VERSION OF THE MY LITTLE PONY THEME SONG.
this is pretty amazing
Anonymous asked: Why does my name have to be Mr. Brown? It's too close to Mr. Shit!
Ohohohhohohoho, hi Beth~
At Pete’s birthday party. His dickhead arrogant flatmate keeps making Scouse jokes at me, not just tonight but every time I’m here.
I swear, I don’t like getting angry, but the more drunk I get the more my chances of kicking him in the kneecaps until he falls to the floor so I can bludgeon him to death are steadily increasing.
He’s a fucking twat.
Otters Who Look Like Benedict Cumberbatch: A Visual Examination.
All otters are from The Daily Otter, for all your ottery Tumblr needs!I quit. Goodbye tumblr.
/sobbing forever
Somehow ended up sat in my Eleven clothes, because anything is better than writing essays. I even took a photograph so I can remember the precise moment I realized I’ll fail my education.
