Be My Bronte

Ohhhhhhhhh man. I have done my essays. In fact, I did not inform you, dear blogface, that I was writing any essays, due to the fact that I have been rather lax with my blog writingnesses. Sorry to all those MILLIONS OF PEOPLE who rely on my regularly updated blog to get them through the day, the week, the YEAR. Enough with the capitals, possibly.

My new love is for pink elephant sweets, which look suspiciously like a cheaper, yet tastier verson of Percy Pigs. They are damn good. Expect, they are peculiarly wrinkly, which is a facet that I am not all too keen on. I don't think that any food should be wrinkly. It insinuates oldness, and I do not want creased, old food. Although, these are tasty, wrinkly sweets, so they might be forgiven perhaps, mainly because they are too good to ignore. Yum yum etc.

This week, I also like my new red hair. This is not really a new thing, being that it is quite often red. But now the shower matches me, so it's all good. As do all my pillows and towels. And my face and neck. There is a lot of red here, let me tell you.

Other news: Well, I have none. This is why I do not blog. There is nothing to say, except the usual - the house is mouldy, I have no money, I have too much reading, and I love Gilmore Girls. The end. I think I shall leave it at that for now. Good night.