missraae

Next week, the society that I'm president of (I know, whadda geek) has got it's very own week in the university calendar. We do lots of stuff like barge into lectures with pints for lecturers and tie people to trees and lob beans and shaving foam at them, you know, the standard stuff of daily life. I'm so behind on uni work but It's all for charity, sothat'sokaythen.

Anyway, on the Friday before said week, I should probably be washing out animal costumes or making posters or something... Fuck it. I'm so sodding stressed out and tired with this society at the moment (but you can't tell people that, "'cause you're the pres"). Don't get me wrong, I'm muchos excited but seriously need some time away. So, I'm fucking off with the boy for the weekend. I'm gonna turn off my phone and run away to a place with hills and sunsets, homemade moussaka and lie-ins. We've been working hard, both of us, time to retreat and watch a ton of Doctor Who and Michel Gondry films.

ttfn xx