Please Don't Make Me Do Coursework

Well it's been quite a nice week, Phoebe came home for the weekend! Please come back soon :( my beautiful paisley midi came and I backcombed my hair. Naturally 2 for 1 cocktails and jazzy hair means I turned into Sandie Shaw. It's a good job I'll probably never find a leather jumpsuit in my size or I'd turn into Suzi Quatro. I even managed to get a work experience phone number from someone in the pub which is about as wild as my life gets.

My hair is definitely on point or on fleek or whatever the kids are saying these days.

Immy is the bae

Missing Phoebe 5eva.

My bank account is suffering from 2 for 1 cocktails and 6 jars of drunkenly purchased lotus spread. Last time I bought a head lamp possibly for dressing up as a mole so we're improving. Saturday is a romantic Valentine's meal for 2 at Harvester with Hannah to irritate unhappy couples with our joy at the salad bar. Sunday is London again hooray, hello aggressive spending in Camden, hello aggressive northernering in expensive pubs with Mother Murphy and Nandos takeaway in a hotel bed. People need to hurry up and buy my pretty things on ebay so I can buy these ridiculous boots.

I also need to find alternative Mothers day gifts after grandma told mum to open hers early hahahahahahahhahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha yes I'm fine.