i’ve no idea whether you’ve heard of her, but her pottery work is fast becoming world-famous. mary rose young makes the most eclectic, bright, crazy pottery ever, and she’s pretty mad-looking herself. one of her gorgeous vases is sitting right in front of me! famous owners of her work include the singer mika and ozzy osbourne (he loves her crazy teacups, apparently).
i want to deck out my house in all her stuff when i have a place of my own! maybe i’d get a discount because her brother’s my godfather ahaha ♥
which is fabberoo to the max, because i am going to have to go through a whole ton of them in the next couple of days!
i know that most, if not all, are only temporary, but it still sucks huge donkey balls. i already missed the chance to say a proper goodbye to my friends - i didn’t manage to get to any of the gatherings in the last couple of weeks, and now most of them have already moved away. i guess i’ll be waiting ‘til shared holidays to see them again.
and then, it’s my family. they’ll be the last to say my farewells to, when they leave me in my new little flat to start my new life - but not before i’ve had to part with my little cat, buffy, who’s in a way been my best friend since i was nine. not having her warm, purring weight on my feet every night is going to be so strange.
i have to be so strong - let’s hope i’m good at it!
i’m actually starting to really look forward to uni, now that all my stuff is coming together! i got my plate, bowl & cutlery set yesterday, plus a tiny cheese-grater - as well as net hangings for my room to make it all cosy and a “keep calm and drink tea” poster. my gorgeous vintage denim jacket & black topshop dress also arrived! i love ebay so much, no joke. it’s incredible.
i’ve re-done my budget - my mum is an absolute angel and is giving me £100 a month to help with things, plus my loan, so my weekly allowance (for food, going out, clothes, etc.) is £90. fabberoonies! i’m going to save as much as i can so i can buy amazing chrimbo presents for everyone. c:
one minute left to go on an auction i really wanted to win. i go to place a bid so i can snipe it last minute from the other bidders. internet clicks off for no reason, comes back on a second after the auction ends.
it’s almost two in the morning, i’m desperado for the bathroom, and there is an absolutely gigantuan (or something), fat spider happily sitting right on the toilet seat, cackling mockingly, “ahahah. no, you cannot relieve yourself. this is my toilet. ahahahah.” ohcrapohcrapohcrap. i’m itching all over. what do.
i’m so sorry if any of you were freaked out by that photo, but that thing is on my toilet. and it’s bigger than that in real life. hnnngh.
i went into gloucester today to get my retainer fitted (ow buggery ow); and despite the fact it is a totally bollocks place for shopping i managed to get hold of a really nice rain parka, a soft floral cardi, a little backpack & flask for fieldtrips, a pretty necklace and some stunning heels. the best part is, my mum’s a legend so she bought most of it for me because it will “help for uni”. fabberoonies ♥
they just look like a drunk/high teenager’s late-night mental invention. “hey dudes.. imagine if, like.. refrigerators had wheels! and you could like.. drive your lunch around with you. and all your beers!” “aww maaan that would be the bessst.”
i love how you can get ones with doggy-baskets, and extra “carriages” for all your friends. pretty ingenious, you guys. even if it is the most hilariously ridiculous, yet somehow the best, thing i’ve ever seen.
when i was a kid, there was a girl in my class who looked like a total bully. she was loud, quite butch, outspoken and played up a lot with the teachers.
but she was the kindest girl i ever knew. she was the only one who’d stand up for you if you got told off for something, or if she saw someone else picking on you in the playground. i was bullied a lot, so we became really good friends, and she had my back every day. she was unbelievably funny, too - she always had me in total stitches with her ridiculous dancing at the top of the steps at playtime.
i haven’t seen her in over seven years, but my mum saw her in town today; walking down the street, smiling from ear-to-ear, proudly holding the hand of her pretty girlfriend.
i don’t know why, but this just made me inexplicably happy. i hope the rest of the world has the same courage she did as a child, and stands up for her - along with every other LGBT person’s - rights as human beings in love. ♥