Well. I am definitely going to be Cyrano for Hallowe'en. Mum and I are already putting it together. I have hat, boots, trousers, and sword--that poor sword, it gets used for every costume--and shall soon have a shirt, but I shall need a doublet for over it, a moustache, a feather, and a nose. So! With twenty-six days and counting down, the hunt is on. I love Hallowe'en.
To-day is going to be quite a bad day, so much so that I really cannot wait for it to be seven o'clock and Zara telephoning. Until then, is going to be murder.
Also I fail at geography, and still haven't finished my Astronomy exam. It's just that I can't tell what's going on in astronomy at all. ;_; Stars are for poetry, not for science. Flail.
We've found a psychiatrist. I'm going to need her after to-day. *facepalm*
On a more optimistic note, I have a fabulous big green cotton sweater and I love it. Also REN FAIRE on Saturday, bweeeeeeee. ^________________^
To-day is going to be quite a bad day, so much so that I really cannot wait for it to be seven o'clock and Zara telephoning. Until then, is going to be murder.
Also I fail at geography, and still haven't finished my Astronomy exam. It's just that I can't tell what's going on in astronomy at all. ;_; Stars are for poetry, not for science. Flail.
We've found a psychiatrist. I'm going to need her after to-day. *facepalm*
On a more optimistic note, I have a fabulous big green cotton sweater and I love it. Also REN FAIRE on Saturday, bweeeeeeee. ^________________^