February 2012
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I feel incredibly disheartened. People got 95 on their essays and here I am with a terrible mark, feeling as though this current essay I’m writing is absolutely pointless too.
Why can’t I be good at something?
Today:
Manchester City beat Blackburn, I slept for such a long time and now I’m getting chips and curry sauce.
Sometimes being ill has its benefits.
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We’ve just left the station and Ed has got on his train back. This week was the last time we see Ed for a year and a half as he’s going to Australia. Insert sad face here.
Starbucks is a rip off by the way, in case no one had noticed.
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I’ve been up all night watching ‘Burlesque’ as I’m feeling pretty ill, and I’m worried to say I thought it was really good. I get dragged in by massive dance numbers, glitter and cute outfits constantly; see my love of Mariah Carey’s ‘Glitter’.
I WANT TO GO BURLESQUE DANCING NOW, DAMMIT. I’m too ill to go tonight though. My illnesses are too...
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