Appropriate titles are for regular people.

Ah, don’t think I forgot about this ole thing, I simply forgot to finish my drafts, and when I look back, it’s already too late to post them.

The story of my life, and I’m not even at a quarter of it, how truly promising!

Anyways, I’ve been well, thanks for asking. I have been up to a few things, I have been down a few times, I have had adventures and I have figured out my brother’s password.

Oh, and my TARDIS key is still hanging unfinished on a standard. The things I forget. They would make quite the list, in my case.

Anyways, I have had some magnificent school-related sucesses and some other general good things in my life, but things are still not very impressive. Anyways, tomorrow’s a day for walking and watching three series simultaneously, but a busy schedule means ‘get the fuck out of your goddamn bed before i take you by the sheets and rip you from your fajita-like cocoon right into the freezing cold of the outside world.’ or something less… Vulgar.

Slowly getting out of (W)h(o)and

Am I slowly (slowly? I don’t even believe myself) becoming the Doctor? Or do I just like the shoes?

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It’s a mystery to us all.

€ 70,- for the bloody things, but I believe that’s worth it, in the end. I had a grumpy shopping trip with mum and bought nothing but these lovely little buggers.

Now that i think of it, I bought two tiny, tiny little notebooks. They’re really cute, if not a bit unfortunate in color. There were only pink and purple ones in one pack, but they’re cute and little and I should start keeping paper and a pen with me, it has proven to be useful before.

That’s the end of this post, although I might go for a walk if the weather clears up; it’s gross outside, and I can still feel the ghost of droplets on my face, despite being entirely dried up.

Still, every post must end, and every second I waste will be used to strike me back in the inevitable way, namely:

Draft saved at 6:15:47 pm.

 

One Hell of an Age Gap

Here I am, on the couch, not even wanting to walk to the kitchen to make myself a tea. Who would, after 3 hours of continuous walking. In bad shoes, too. It was wonderful though, Liz hit me up saying she wanted to do some walking, but I had made plans with my mum to do the same. Easy compromise; The three of us (four, after we robbed another lovely friend from his home) walk together. We had adventures, found a port’o potty, tripped over our own feet, made them hurt, made bad jokes, found playgrounds, construction sites, and rivers, and generally enjoyed each others’ presence.

With my mum, of course.

She felt like she was twenty again, she told me, laughing, after we dropped the team off at their living areas. Everyone loved my mum’s company, you would have forgot she’s over two decades apart in age. Three, in my case, even. She’s a youthful one, my mum. But with the wisdom of someone who has lived a long, long time.

So we had a wonderful time, this will defenitely happen again in the near future, and I think the energy drink I had an hour ago has worn off, and I need a rest. Very busy- but fun!- day ahead, and I’m already half an hour into it. I’ll make myself some gentle (HA!) tea and round things up now.

See you in hell!