I don't know how many days i'm into my chocolate and sweets hiatus but i can honestly say it's torture. Not only does every gorilla Cadbury's advert seem to have suddenly restablished it's slot on television but my house is suddenly over run with enough chocolate bars to treat Africa at Christmas. I can't see i'll last like the end of Ocotber like i pledged. My desire for calorie-intake in 5 snapable segments is outweighing most thought processes, not all, but most.
Today was the start to the first full week of college and i already want to staple and holepunch the shit out of every student who goes other than me. I only have 15 lessons a week but it's enough for my brain to seep out of my ears in sheer mental exhaustion. It's getting pretty boring that the younger year seem to have stepped out of fashion week and into college in a bid to wow their a-level peers with their gift for garments when in reality it's like stepping into topshop and h&m and being harrassed by the mannequins. Some people should also learn that neon tights look good if you have matchstick legs. If not you just look like a tree thats come back from a rave.
Dire, i'm suffocating in NME mingers.
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