… See, I told you there would be a nice big cat picture this morning.
And this morning, it is relevant!
I just met the neighborhood cat. His name is Stinky. Like - his name is actually Stinky. According to his collar.
Stinky ate the last of last night’s cheesy chips.
I bet Stinky doesn’t feel as minging as I do this morning, though.
But you know what minging means? It means I had a great night.
Arena. Reunions. Drama. Alcohol. Last night had the whole lot.
And it was brilliant.
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Now excuse me while I go and die in a hole somewhere.
I have decided to write a very detailed Tumblr post, because my blog seems to have been severely lacking in specific details for a very long time now. And I know that you are all gagging to know every tiny thing about my life - I mean, let’s be honest, isn’t that why you read my blog? … Wait, no? Okay - so: here it is. A complete, unabridged edition of Amy’s Morning.
So this morning I woke up and I Skyped Killian.
Skyping Killian was nice. It was very nice indeed. It was purely out of love that I woke up at 8AM because we didn’t go to bed until it was light outside and the birds were singing (as I said, last night involved alcohol and fire, and that’s all you need to know about that). So I was sleepy and sprawled on the bed in a sort of hungover human tangle. That lasted for approximately an hour and then we went our separate ways and I charged my laptop and that was that.
So then I went to the kitchen and was so appalled at the squalor my former housemates had been living in, that I decided to clean it.
I sprayed and I scrubbed and I even risked my life by sticking my hand into the bin - which was, at this point, more of a cess pit/compost heap than an everyday student trash can. And then the others woke up and they helped me. In fact, they took over, while I drank some coffee and smoked a few delicious, expensive cigarettes.
I had to ask Connor what else we did and his answer was that we also sat down a lot.
Which is true.
We are all sitting down now, actually. Reading other people’s blogs. Bitching about the current house bitch who threw all my stuff out of the room I am staying in (because she is a bitch). We’re also contemplating a Co-op trip. I still need breakfast. I do not know what I want to eat.
It’s a hard knock life.
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Now we’re talking about chins.
I don’t think my life is interesting enough to share in this much detail on a regular basis.
It’ll be back to cute animal pictures and awkward videos tomorrow.
Hungover awkward videos!
Plan.
Hi guys.
Today I am:
- A little sleepy.
- A little hungover.
- Very, very happy.
… It’s good to be back.
So, as I haven’t posted anything for a while, I just thought a generic run-down of the past couple of days is in order.
It involves a lot of alcohol. A lot of reunions. And a couple of fires.
More later. Now: Amy needs breakfast.
(via fuckyeahfoxfriends)
Please forgive the offensive content… But really now. Hitler on fire. This basically summarizes the (utterly random) brilliance of Exeter.
It’s good to be back.
All I want is a nice, hot cup of coffee.
I have been eating and sleeping all day long. I’ve started taking long naps, and the only incentive to wake up from these naps is the allure of stuffing food I haven’t eaten for a year into my face.
Yeah, yeah. Nice one Amy. Really stuck to that healthy eating thing, didn’t I?
Well … Marmite is healthy.
But then a whole Cadbury’s Easter egg is not. Neither are ginger cookies.
And I’m starting to realise - the only thing that will actually wake me up is not chocolate or toast or tea or cigarettes, but coffee.
… Just another of the many reasons why I wish I was back in the US already.
(via seizurecitizens)
D’aww. Catching up with an old friend in the garden.
… But perhaps more importantly: I took this picture on my phone!
That’s right, I have entered the world of the technologically advanced. It’s like getting the best toy at Christmas and playing with it all day long.
May this be the beginning of the end of real life.
I feel like a bit of a celebrity within the family right now. Everyone wants to say hello but really I could just do with shutting myself away.
It’s a hard knock life indeed.
(via laurdadino)
Seriously: what is up with the UK and our teeny tiny little packs of cigarettes? Ten? I do not want ten. I want twenty, thank you very much.
It’s Memorial Day in the US. So I’m just going to take a minute to say a word (or several) about that.
It’s not about me sticking my oar in and poking around with matters that don’t really mean anything to me. For a start, the men who serve in the military are important to everyone. They protect us, they give their lives for their countries and they do it out of love. That in itself is something that cannot be disrespected.
But also, it touches my heart now more than it ever might have done before.
While I was in America, I spent a time - a lot of time - with men and women who were training to give at least five years of their lives to military service, and through them I also met others who had given up huge quantities of their lives and made huge sacrifices in order to help keep their country, their livelihoods, and their rights safe. And ours, too.
I now have absolutely no time for anyone who says disrespectful things about military members. They’re the most admirable people I know. They have a wisdom and worldliness that is unparalleled and, ultimately, they’re risking their lives to protect the people they love and the country they love.
So I just wanted to say my own little thank you to all those people, and spare a moment or two for all those that have died for their countries. We owe everything to them, whether we realise it or not.
Semper Fidelis!
I have made a few resolutions:
- I need to man up, keep smiling, and keep Skyping Killian.
- I need to get fit.
This evening I felt rather empty and sad … as I said … so of course the obvious solution was to reach out to my good old friend Chocolate.
But Chocolate is one of those bitchy friends who seems so innocent (and always looks so damn good) when, in actual fact, she is out to get me. And I don’t need friends like that. So I’m saying goodbye to Chocolate for a while. And to Crisps. And all the other terrible foods that I have been eating recently.
In fact - I am going on a health kick.
And I know I can do it, because I’ve done it many times before, and when I stick to it, I look and feel so much better about myself. And therefore feel better about life in general.
So when Killian next sees me - in August, fingers crossed - I want to be the best version of myself I can be.
More than that, I want to be the best version of myself that I can be for me.
So I’m going to stick to my resolutions, and I’m actually looking forward to a point within the next few weeks when I can look in the mirror and honestly think atta girl. You’re awesome. And life really isn’t so bad.
Diet starts Monday. But for realzies this time.
To anyone interested:
I currently feel rather empty and bitter about life and this is something that not even celebratory chocolate cake can - or will ever be able to - solve.
So if someone would raise the $1200 for a certain person to come and stay in England with me, that would be much appreciated.
(via secrethrt)
Something I always said about America was that I love the sense of patriotism. The stars ‘n stripes flying out on everyone’s porches, on official buildings, in restaurants. ‘Murican pride, baby. Gotta love it.
But in the UK - as I remembered it, at least - we keep our cards (well, flags) closer to our chests. As I remembered it, we were never all about flying the Union Jack here, there and everywhere (unless you are in London, but fuck London).
Now, of course, I am back, and Jubilee fever has hit hard. It’s going ham, if you will. I just went for a walk at 7.30 in the morning around the lovely town of Swindon and there was hardly a shop window that wasn’t decorated in the good old red, white and blue.
Our version of the red, white and blue, that is.
You can get Victoria Sponge flavoured coffee (which is probably foul, considering the way we make coffee over here - I ordered an Americano from Costa just now and it was vile in comparison). You can buy pretty much anything with the Queen’s face on it. You can buy masks of the Royal family. Union Jack hats. Union Jack scarves. Union Jack body stickers. Everyfink.
Coming after a year in the States is weird enough in itself, but completely exacerbated by the fact that England is a bit like a version of itself on crack right now.
