There have been some positive things to come out of this week however; I have successfully completed and handed in my English essay after hours (alright, ten minutes at the most) of trying to figure out how to include the phrase 'faking an orgasm' without it sounding smutty. In the end, I decided there was no polite way of saying it and just had to stick it in there, hoping my lecturer wouldn't be too shocked - I had already used up all my brain power trying to remember the word 'associate' and couldn't force myself to waste efforts on trying to de-smut. I had also used up a significant amount of brain power trying to lengthen the word count after discovering that if I changed all the '1984's to 'nineteen eighty-four' I could add about an extra twenty/thirty words or so - result. Me, Jayne and Megan have also put our culinary skills to the test by making chocolate cornflake buns, the success of which is rather questionable... Life starts to look bleak when a simple task like that (which, might I add, is a common pastime amongst small children) manages to turn out looking something like this:
We decided that we probably shouldn't have added two massive lumps of butter to the mix, and then try to rectify the mistake by adding milk... But we will know for next time.
I have also decided to start saving money for Amsterdam so that, come Easter, I do not become pityingly desperate for money and have to resort to selling my things, or God forbid myself. The saving probably could have gone better this week, but for some reason I felt an overwhelming urge to invest my hard earned money in a candle whilst shopping in TescoHome with Romany. I'm not entirely sure why, especially seeing as we aren't even allowed them in our house, and it has since sat on my desk, unlit and most likely growing some form of mould. Ace.