Two abandoned tiger cubs are nursed by a pug at the Oktyabrsky Health Resort in Sochi, Russia
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1272 (17/6/2013)
hoooooooooney i’m hooooooooooooooooome.
i was gonna do a sort of “here’s everything that happened in the last few days” post but my nose is very sunburnt, i’ve been averaging about four hours sleep a night, and 80% of my thoughts today have been consumed with “i get to sleep in a REAL BED tonight”, so.. I’m.. gonna go do that.
1271 (16/6/2013)
bon whatsisface, apparently.
h-gups has gone home. me + Caitlin are still shivering away in a field. when we have to sleep in a tent tonight, I will envy hazel so much.
the count of people who have vomited in front of me is now two. we have a lot of questionable keyrings. I saw Ron on a bus and I feel silly for not seeing that one coming. baaaack to bon whosits.
1267 (12/6/2013)
I am SO UNDERPREPARED for the weekend ahead that it’s kind of hilarious. We’re going to the isle of wight festival tomorrow, and currently I don’t have:
- a tent
- a bag to carry all of my stuff
- like, any toiletries
- anything packed at all, because you need a bag to pack.
on the plus side (because obviously the plus side isn’t “we’re going to the isle of wight festival”, don’t be silly) I definitely have enough time to get all of these things before the train tomorrow. I’ve just gotta get up in the morning. which is a thing i can do now!! we’re all cool.
anyway booth-y things might be sporadic over the next few days because I’m not sure how much internet time/phone battery I’ll actually ~have~, but rest assured that if I somehow fail to upload I’m alive and probably going to throw a lot of catch up booths at y’all when I return. If I return.
It’s possible that I’m going to be swallowed by a tidal wave of mud.
this seems like some sort of intervention
this lady needs to know something very important but none of the four can speak
1266 (11/6/2013)
ey up, chumps.
I found a bottle of “for dark hair!!” dye in my drawer, so have this picture of me with dye in my hair and a purple neck. my hair came out only vaguely purple. I am… in no way surprised.
Also, straight hair. straight hair is weird.
I have to go to sleep now because y’know: 6am. blugh.
1265 (10/6/2013)
i’m v. sleepy, and i keep like. phantom-smelling pasties. today a man swore at me because we didn’t have any sugar for his machine-made latte. humans are a very weird species.
also, i’ve been home alone this evening. I definitely have noooot been playing very catchy pop songs VERY LOUDLY through Hazel’s speaker. That hasn’t happened.
1264 (9/6/2013)
TODAY HAS INVOLVED A LOT OF BUSES.
we went to barry island festival of transport, because we could, and because I’m secretly kind of a dweeb. It took about five minutes to go from “ooooh look at the pretty old buses” to “ooooh look at all of the complete dorks here. good lord, that’s a beard. has he got bruce willis painted on the side of his limo?? no, george, you can’t try to talk to someone about cars, because you don’t know anything about cars.”
Barry island is kind of depressing because everything is broken and kind of ghost-y. I saw some of my old flatmates from first year and they pretended I didn’t exist. Also, I dropped my ice cream and the girl behind the counter got me a new one. I don’t really know what overall opinion to form from these events but yep, buses, good.
i became so teen that i disappeared
1263 (8/6/2013)
george is actually just lying on the sofa while I take photos of myself. This is what’s happening now.
challenge works on our TV again, so we’re watching don’t stop me now and it’s… alarmingly awful. I’m not even sure it’s awful in the good, 1980s gameshows are hilarious way. It’s just.. it’s.. just.
I have to stop typing now so that I can go to bed and it will stooppppppp.
