Broken promises and stolen dreams.

So its been almost a whole week since i last posted, I feel like i've actually had the most epic week of my life and i actually can't do anything else, Travelling to manchester and back in one day, asessment and starting my final major project is just a few of my weeks conquests. By the time it got to my ravensbourne interview on friday i'm not gonna lie i couldn't really give a shit how it went which is gutting as i'd absolutely love to get in there but yeah so this post is dedicated to waving away that small dream of what could've been.

However as my new favourite saying is ''because life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets'' i have decided to soldier on and look at the funny side of last weeks events. On the bus to manchester a man who's name i still cannot pronounce decided to befriend me and ended up chasing me off the bus to hug me and give me his name and email, i feel i must be doing something right in my life hahaha.

Also another man asked for number in favourite chicken, naturally he was stunning as only people of a high calibre associate in these kinds of places, so i willingly gave him my number.
Ofcourse i am slightly exagerating this fact and really the only reason i gave him my number was that i was half scared he might kill me otherwise and also because he thought my name was melon and i couldn't resist letting him have melon in his contact list hahahaa.

So sweet melon dreams, i may have to further break my promise of posting every day as Hannah has stolen my laptop charger, so take this as a direct dig ehem.
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