just cruising tumblr 20 minites before a hand in...
Interviewer: Why is it that you never write a song that could be described as happy?
Morrissey: Do you really think that I don't? Not even with a massive stretch of the imagination? Isn't there a happiness, a certain release in actually saying things? It's like when you turn around to your best friend, and say - 'Well, actually I despise you, and I've despised you since we were in third year' - I mean, that's really a massive relief, don't you find? Turning around to your parents and saying, 'I'm not living in this dump anymore'...come on, connect the two...get your knitting needle out!"
Our kitchen in dorms is gross
yesterday the washing up pile collapsed terrified us all we’re drink custard out of pint glasses to avoid washing up it stinks im scared to go in there.
Oh and in uni related antics
i helped invent a drink the other day it’s called a J-Bomb, because the barman that invented it with us was called Joe its every sourz flavour, malibu and something else that joe wont tell us it’s soo good, but nothing like the A-bomb
I left my copy of House of leaves at home
i want it here at uni with me its such an epic thing i forget to get it at christmas i will be pissed i miss that book what’s wrong with me i miss a book!
4 days into uni lessons
i’m already skyving because i woke up drunk but lets face it when a night ends pushing trolley into curb, throwing taya about 5 foot nearly breaking her arm to then have our names etc taken by security it shows it was a good night