…and it has reached that time of the semester where i need to take a blog break.
only one essay left, but it’s due next week and i am having a stall at the camberwell market on sunday AND turn a year older on monday (timing: sheesh).
clearly i need to stop learning the lyrics to ‘harder than you think‘ (true) and start writing my essay which – of course – is proving harder that i thought it would be (SO true). is there a god of irony? if there is, i hate that dude.
wish me luck.
image via vineet kaur
good luck with the essay! btw, has your ebay cardigan turned up yet?
good luck with your essay and with the markets :))
Hmm right now I’m having flash backs to the weeks before my final project + thesis were due. Envisage me hip-hopping around the living room, somewhat shamefully teaching myself beyonce choreography while stuffing my face with doritos and smarties. Isn’t it funny how the most random aspirations [or procrastinations, if you will] arise when you have lots to do?
Oodgay Ucklay! [have no idea why I was compelled to wish you luck in pig latin. Apologies. I'm clearly overtired...]
J x