Snowprints in the Sand

SO one has been feeling superfluously stressed recently and last week we learned that stress depresses the immune system thus increasing chances of becoming ill. Yesterday we learned that internalising emotions can make it even worse :((:(:( and also I'm ill today BUT i'm wondering if its cus placebo???? and the fact I was up until 1am trying to plan my coursework to submit and then I set my alarm for 5am bcus had coursework plan to submit and had barely started but immediately was like: naaaaaaaaaaaa school is not happening today. But I'll admit it did take me until my alarm snoozed to decide bcus Fridays would not be complete without elly and I insatiably bullying each other on a Friday morning. And my entire week is futile if it's not concluded with psychology with Jack 💔 Anyway mother came in at 8:40 this morning like 'WTF SCHOOL???!?' And I was just like:  to which she was totes coolio with, and she got me some water and a clementine. <3 between...

Today was better because I didn't feel like I was carrying the grotesqueness, but sad because I began to realise I'm no longer the person I used to be :( SO IT SNOWED!!!!! It does invoke a poignant sense of sentimentality and sad nostalgia due to the pathetic fallacy :( so today at lunch I was in the library doing poetry and the person was like 'its snowing' and I was like 'no its rain' and then about twenty mins later HENCH FLAKES FLOODED THE WORLD!!!!!!!! HOW HE FORESHADOW????!!?!?!?! and literally it only took about three minutes to go from grotesque dreary northampton to wintery wonderland filled snapchats :3 and I just had an insatiable desire to walk in it, not even touch it, just have the flakes become entangled in the interspersion of my spiral curls. OKay, so I was extremely stressed because I have to have submitted my coursework question and detailed plan by tonight, I may or may have not just missed a concert thus need to fabricate a convincing li...

I was sitting in the kitchen on the sofa with the dogs waiting for the kettle to boil; Amrine was at the table eating dinner. I went into one of those trance like states: where time doubles; two minutes feels like merely one; when you don't see the insides of your house, you see your future, you witness the abhorrence: in about two weeks Amrine will be gone from my life, hence why I have been talking to her quite insufficiently considering she's been with us for like three and a half years bcus don't want to miss her and the regret of avoiding her in our final moments together will be diminutive compared to if I continued to commune as usual thus would miss her more peaK 4 mE. I realise in a couple of weeks she'll be gone; In three weeks I'll be in the exotic realms of Singapore; then I'll return and hand in my incomplete courseworks then we'll be gone So soon someone else will be inhabiting my benevolent bedroom. I could be living in a dilapidated...

I had a dream of the snowsephine the other night: it was situated in an unknown environment but there lay her corpse, on the wooden table as I had remembered. Literally we left her decaying body on the kitchen table for three days until we buried her on Wednesday 3rd October 2012. Browsing the insightful world of Twitter, I came across a post ironically trying to show that people are not superficial, whilst simultaneously exploiting the ironic superficiality: it was like 'people change but there eyes don't so if you fall in love with their eyes then you'll love them 5eva x' This infuriated me because y ppl no utilise their real iys 2 real eyes the real lyes (soz for spelling it's just I wrote this in my lang coursework and I don't want AQA finding this and falsely disqualifying me for plagurism)  Anyway in my dream all I could notice were here eyes. Because as they may be the most perpetual physical trait of life, they are the most ephemeral trait of d...

Fustrated because I really want a nap but i spilled custard powder ALL OVER my desk and the dispersion causing interspersion of powder and floor appear to have chemically interweaved into each fibre of the carpet forming a new chemical compound consisting of custard and carpet :( Alas, I want to nap, but I fear If my mother comes home and finds me in bed with an ominous omnipresence of white powder everywhere, she may think I've overdosed on cocaine :-( ANYWAY, today was good because In lit today the teacher started the lesson like: 'okay here's your mocks back first prize goes to raf bcus he the only one who got an A' and it was so nice despite the awkwardness of the entire class looking at me, this was more than superseded by the benevolence of their faces illuminating like magic whilst applauding me, thus inciting a transient sense of fame. :3 when people were questioning muvabucka on how to ameliorate their essays, she would just be like 'yyo raf let them re...

bcus "Ive got thick skin, an elastic heart" Today was such a benevolent day :3 no feeling I've ever felt quite parallels the feelings elicited from seeing Jack today after almost a month <3 missed him so much <3 And I genuinely felt my feelings were reciprocated like a happy poodle being reunited with its owner after an intensive period of separation anxiety 🐩❤️🌷 Might do my next coursework exploring the theme of u n r e c i p r o c a t e d  l o v e  bcus v relatable. Although, I did well on my last coursework exploring morality and one is devoid of that, thus perhaps empathy is not a factor when analysing la litterature anglaisé. SO OKAY ON MONDAY I WATCHED THE FINAL FOUR EPISODES OF BREAKING BAD </3 Consequently, one has broken badly. When the last episode ended, I was filled with fury: In my stomach I felt the grotesque pain of injustice; in my mind I screamed with the abhorrence of the cynicism; from my eyes leaked tears. Every morning all week...

Okay so we speculate our beautiful summer has been impregnated by her 11 month old son. A few years ago, her father impregnated her, but she was given the morning after pill. But my mum actually wants to keep these inbred fetuses!!!!!! I dont mind because although they wont be worth much being 75% Bichon Frisé, 25% Yorkshire terrier, we might be able to make bre money!!!! But chester is a pretty buttters muttt fam so idk but being burdened by conscience, she doesnt want to sell them if we wouldnt want it ourselves. Equally however, I would agree that it could be animal abuse to allow them to be born. But we don't have Summer's consent to abort them, thus as much as I think I'm grotesque for typing this, I think it would be kindest to allow them to be born becuase it would be unfair to deprive summer of her unborn children. OH the moral perplexité I'm sorry but this is just all so messed up and grotesque and epitomises my contempt for salatious subbucuses that...

It seems my soul may have leaked slightly out of my spirit a bit in the exam hall today Unfortunately, for the past two weeks my sleep schedule has been abhorrently what one may consider abhorrently peversive: time of bed varied from 2-4am; time of awakening varied between 2-4pm. Thus, time spent in the realms of my dreams ranged from 12 - 14 hours. Though actually dreams only last about 5 mins even thus the latter utterance was totes nonsensical. Did you know you have multiple dreams but you only remember the most recent one in the morning (or afternoon) just before you awaken!!! Unless your dogs wake you up at 12 and then you fall back asleep and then you can remember two bcus surruptitious poodlie :3 But anyway, due to having to wake up just TWO HOURS AFTER FALLING ASLEEP (bcus unbreakable cycle), I'm sorry my fellow english language A level students, but one was unable to conceal; you all had to feel. Yes, I appreciate you all suffered the burden of the feeling the glacial ...

oKAKY so my favourite contemporary sitcom (friends does not constitute contemporary) culminated today :( "while your heart is filled with vanity, mine insanity..."  -  ily queen gaga <3 I joke I HAVE NO HEART 💔   First of all, I loved how three past characters returned!!! Probs because I'm just the queen of nostalgia, and  ofc isolation, but one shall save that for another blog my lovely readers.  The psychiatrist!!! aw I loved that episode!!! so minimalistic, yet so funny. Also I was so happy to see the creepy gay guy reprise his role <3 and twot plist: he was engaged to Clive!!!! But wtf no way was clive gay swear down he was a jigolo at the hotel???!??!? aw when miranda pretended to go on holiday but just went to the local hotel and innocently requested 'company' which is specific hotel jargon allegedly utilised as a euphemism for ordering a jig??????????????????????????? ????????? aw which reminds me I need to write a book about a french 'masseuse...