go to bed at 3am

sleep until 2pm

then remember that a friend is coming over at 5pm

decide, for the good of humanity, to get up and brush your teeth

fucking jetlag

I may have just gotten this.

Because of reasons.

instead of Tenth Doctor’s sticky-uppy, today, I have Anne Hathaway-ish short hair

that’s it, that’s the post

I’m good with it

Just sent this to my mother: my post-exam-weekend-from-hell face.

There is nothing wrong with me.

How the fuck is my hair growing so fast, I don’t understand.

Five weeks ago: Ninth Doctor.

Three weeks ago, it was all Skyfall!Bond.

Now, I’ve flown right past that into Tenth Doctor territory, all sticky-uppy.

Give me two or three months, I can do a proper Harvey Specter.

And in half a year, it’ll be the Eleventh Doctor all over my scalp.

Someone re-check the nails in Uther’s coffin. SORCERY.

We have to pull up one of the upcoming Fiction of Horror classes so we can screen one of the movies on the syllabus properly and in one session; so that means 8am on a Friday—the lecturer said she’ll be bringing muffins and donuts to make it more bearable.

SHE IS ONE OF US.

If anyone ever has a go at you for writing fanfic, just counter with the fact that Plato was basically writing RPF about Socrates.

SHIT, NO, I ACTUALLY HAVE CAUGHT A COLD.

Just managed to delay and possibly weaken it a bit last night. Right-y then.

I think I managed to fend off that cold by wrapping up in a hoodie, drinking hot choc from a mug adorned by Wonder Woman, and taking painkillers and some over-the-counter cold meds I brought with me from G.

Aw yiss.

OK, so my landlady’s older daughter was over from Montreal for a visit over Thanksgiving; and we were all in the kitchen and I was wearing woollen socks my mum had made me. So R. goes, Oooh, your socks are so cute!, and I mentioned it to my mum in an email and my mum was like, WHAT’S HER SHOE SIZE.

So I asked my landlady and reported back to mum and suggested a colour pattern, and mum started knitting the next day and chucked them in the post and they came today. (The daughter is coming back for a visit before I leave so I can give them to her myself before Christmas.)

Is my mum from heaven or something?