within the last week, I
finally had my droolworthy hot skyscraper boots,
messed up my chemistry mock practicals,
slept for a whole 30 minutes in physics,
saw two of my beloved Bruneian St. Hildans turn 17 (MR) and 18 (B),
felt guilty for my disinterest in physics,
can't be bothered with the chem test,
wanted to marry my adorable and comfortable shoes,
went to London with AT over the weekend,
found out she also used to play cs a decade ago,
and spent 7 quid on shooting games with AT at Trocadero out of free will.
Pretty much.
My whole body is sore. Whoever said riding isn't taxing? -.-
