easter weekend

Happy Easter weekend, folks. I woke up EARLY this morning with the fear. Jerome K. Jerome said there is no fun in doing nothing when you have nothing to do, but I'm struggling to see the fun in shitting myself because of exams. I've been home for three weeks now and what have I done? Anna-life-is-short-eat-Falconer hasn't really achieved the transformation into a knowledge sponge she was hoping for, ho no no no. I'm trotting back to Leeds next weekend (post Royal party yeah) so got moving on my mind and with much to be done before then in terms of NOT working there is much to be done in terms of reading thinking elaborating sorting condensing understanding producing. "Today I'm going to sort my life out" she says.

Some pictures here of what's occurred this week. I was painted for Becky's art and art alone - not to satisfy my own nurtured curiosity of what it would be like to walk around a massively overlooked garden in my nuddy pants. Mr. blue da ba dee was then decorated in the park, with attention to the nipples hee hee (that hee hee is very important). The weather has been a scorchifying scorchy treat an so yesterday I got myself a tan didn't I. Ye. It was beautiful. Then we had a sneaky garden party in the rain.. yeassum. We were all like yeah pimms yeah sun yeah chill fit but we were huddled under a table umbrella getting soaked and eating soggy bread. It was very romantic. I had a hat that said "GOLF PUNK" stitched across, it was unbelievably stunning. What the fuck is with boys and fire? As soon as the food has been snorted down the firelighters are all up in ma grill like what. A very English evening - as was the pub quiz we did where the bonus round was to wrap someone in toilet paper. It was a delicious sight. Johnny Bongo big up.