No, Look, Seriously

Hello, folks.

Yes, it is I.

I am blogging once again.

You may cheer.

Thank you.

So, examens are over, and for the first time in nearly a year, I have literally nothing to do. I have no work, no revision, no art, nothing. I feel at a loss. For once in my life, I do not have to feel guilty about the work that I'm not doing. Life rules.

I have been to numerous parties (ie. one) which was a post-examen raveitup (ie. getting quietly drunk with the regulars), I bought my new car, which is a black Ford Ka, named Hector. I went for a walk round Weybridge at midnight wearing PJs, a strappy top and no shoes. I have been swimming a lot. I have not dyed my hair for a while. My eczema has returned with a vengence. I did not sign up for any of the activities this week, so I have a FREE WEEK of like NO WORK and ALL SUN BATHING. I have a red Baywatch bikini. Unfortunately, I look less like Pamela Anderson, and more like David Hasselhoff. I have slight burn marks. My window is wide open. Later I shall sit on the roof and read Jane Eyre. I shall be eating dinner outside. I had my first barbeque of the year on Saturday. I drove home from Fati's house in the previously mentioned Hector. I own a seethrough skirt. Today I learnt that my boobs are bigger than necessary, meaning that I could not get the nice dress I wanted. I stalled on a round about, and couldnt get it started again, meaning I had to swap seats with mum, and she drove. I am getting tickets for a Midsummer Nights Dream. I talked to a nice man on the train with Kris, and the train had to be stopped. But that was because of an ill person, not because we talked to someone new. Kris and her man gave out hickeys at said party, and now I look like I have been vampired. I am returning to Exeter on Friday, but only for a day. I learnt to juggle whales. I am going to the Bodies exhibition on Thursday. My finger is very itchy.

There you are. All up to date. No more complaining now, yes?