I wooooon't give up the fight for yoooou.

I'm not sure where this strange love of Jason Donovan came from but I'm not complaining. I have an essay which I haven't started in on the 28th and an exam I haven't finished revising for on the 29th, so life is going greaaaaaat. It's kinda hard to motivate myself into writing an essay when I know I only need a 55 to come out with a 2:1 in that module, and my other assignments in that class have been 63 and 68. Bleeeeeh, the Restoration is super interesting and everything but I don't really like writing about it all that much. Also, I'm ill, as usual. But this is the first time in a while actually. I don't know what I expected, as soon as it looks like summer my body breaks down and runs away and, as my Facebook feed has informed me, it definitely feels like summer right now. But nope, when I want to be revising in a park with an icepop I'm stuck shivering in bed with copious amounts of nose gunk, ringing ears and a bipolar temperature. Oh, and season two of Gossip Girl which I'm still rewatching. Jenny was badass.

My boyfriend is playing some zombie game on Skype right now so I'm using that as an excuse not to study whilst I write this blog. My original intentions for which were not to complain about my university life but to write about a list of things I'm looking forward to when I finally finish next week. I move back home sometime in July, so I'm planning on making the most of living in a place 'bursting with character and individuality' (but then again, this is Hull so that probably means people with mental health issues and screaming Polish people). Last summer I saw an ice cream cart with the Grim Reaper painted on the front, so I really want to get something from there. I also want to buy a fishing net and go the park and show the little children how it's done. There's also my plan of getting a Cosmopolitan from every cocktail bar I see and scoring them all because, well, I like them. So really I don't have that much planned to last me a month and a half, but whatever, I need something to hold on to before I implode.

Now, in the immortal words of my queen:

You know you love me
xoxo
Gossip Girl

(which reminds me, I'm running away to York to have a day with the gay best friend, the one that's not a lesbian, at some point-- he is the real Gossip Girl)