AJKSRBGLUEBDKRSJ ONE COURSE. ONE GODDAMN COURSE THREATENING MY ABILITY TO GO ON EXCHANGE FOR A YEAR.
I almost feel actual pain. I wonder if I can learn fluent German in two months...?
Huh, so, what's up LJ? How's things, etc.?
Well I'm off then. Holidays woo!
You are an absolute strumpet. You throw yourself on me and the most random times and the most inconvenient. And often, it is a lot of the time! (While at the same time you are intoxicating others with your allure.)
You've become more evil, too. One moment you are coming on subtly, while I'm dreaming of Singapore (and henna tattoos, and little India, and hawker stalls, and Buddhist religions = vegetarian dishes galore) - and then the next I stumble on a travel blog and BAM! You're all over me.
And of course, you couldn't do this when I had time to give in to the cravings and wallow in the consequent downfall, no! No, no, no; you pick a time when it is completely, totally, utterly impossible for anything but pain to occur between us.
Yet, there is always something that pulls me to you. This twisted, masochistic dynamic. And I hate and love you for it.
The New/Old Bookcase
( sorry for the shaky photography. no light directly hits this corner of my room and I couldn't be bothered to set-up the tripodCollapse )
( ah shelves, such fun! I can look at my books. my antique french bookcase (and bed) is right beneath them, though, so I hope they're stuck on wellCollapse )
( what lurks inside these deep shelves? books at the front and then crap at the back - it happened when I was trying to clean. keeps the books straight, at leastCollapse )
( ... what's under here?Collapse )