Lots has happened, too much to remember and write down in the one tiny moments that is this blog post.
7 years of education at Bishop Stopford School quite promptly ended (in such a sudden fashion that it felt almost rude), and the end of the era was celebrated at our Year 13 prom, surrounded by the crazies that I hold most dear.
We knew.
Too much pretty, I know.
My brother and I.
I will not lie about my sense of pride regarding this award, and the fact that my ass is said to rival that of Pippa Middleton.
This woman has been an absolute rock to me, and the knowledge that she will no longer be my every day is possibly one of the most terrifying aspects of the end of Bishop.
My best girls <3
My brothers <3 I did tear up at the thought of leaving these two behind.
Legendary Jasper, keeping his cool as I prove my idiocy beyond a doubt.
Look at his perfect.
Should probably marry this one.
In other news, I remain poor and unemployed, my A Level Exams begin on Monday, and I am losing confidence in my plan to study English with Creative Writing at Keele. Beginning to wonder what possessed me to think that was a good idea when my writing skills sit solidly at mediocre.
And yet I am ridiculously happy because George has for some unknown reason, stuck around for almost 7 months now. I love him and I am very, very grateful to call him mine. How the hell did I get this one. Seriously. How is a human being that perfect?
I shall do a better post when my exams are out of the way and I have more free time to freak out about everything.
Soon, my dears.
