New year proved to be very lovely, and also a reminder that there is a life outside working and college.
I spent it with some really lovely people, and actually got to kiss a boy at midnight. (My boyfriends - obvs)
I also got taken on a (non) romantic walk to ditherington and then back to Sundorne, with a lovely (horrific) meal from efes that I was forced to buy because Butler thought I ‘looked hungry’. I was not, and only ate some of the most horrific chicken nugs I could ever of contemplating digesting.
It was lovely to wake up in the morning next to someone I love, and then have a mighty roast dinner cooked for us. Seriously, it must be the best hangover cure known to mankind.
As regards to new year, I really want to be inspired again. I need to really put all the effort in I can, into everything I do. This means not neglecting friends, making more effort to go and see people who live far away, doing as much work for my Art foundation as possible, and being that girl again who always buts a ridiculous amount of work into everything.
Wow, I’m so lame. But seriously, I need to do this otherwise I can’t live in London next year and I’ll probably kill myself. I’m joking. But seriously, I need to live in London.
p.s. Never mix wine and rum. They are evil together.
