Kill Bill night.
Boyfriend,
I was too tired to deal with your futon frame, so I locked it to the house.
I tried.
Sorruh.
Dear Boyfriend,
I was to tired to bring your futon feame upstairs.
So I locked it to the porch.
Hopefully I don’t lose the keys before you get here.
// Move In Day//
Holy balls.
I think everyone and their brother was moving in today. WalMart was a nightmare. But Dale and I are officially moved in!
…kind of.
Our stuff is there, but nothing’s arranged yet.
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Hungover and moving into my new apartment today.
Enjoy.
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New discovery: Boyfriend left his Netflix account logged in on my laptop.
I will be spending the rest of the day watching Doctor Who.
// Sleepless.//
An essential part of getting un-sick is getting plenty of rest.
This becomes difficult when you can’t stop coughing.
David Tennant
Boyfriend and I have a list of people we are free to wine and dine/do as we please with if we are ever lucky enough to come across them.
David Tennant is one of mine.
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Birthday Present: R2D2 Spatula
I am going to make some epic food with this.
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Whiskey makes me happy.
(Source: dhamara, via crumpetsandladies)
New clothes, new ‘do.
You can call me Ryna Sparkles.
// Summer Boredom//
I’ve decided to jump on the youtube bandwagon and start making videos.
Because I am that cool.
(Source: puellaperdita-archive, via unecoquette)
Getting my hair cut today.
My bangs have reached the sheepdog length, meaning I can’t see a damn thing.
My stylist doesn’t know that I’ve bleached the bejeezus out of my hair.
I think she might cry.
Or crap her pants.
Great.
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You know that thing that girls do when they just want to put their hair up?
That crazy “messy bun” thing with a hair tie?
There’s a reason I always have my hair in that weird clip thingamabob.
It’s because when I try to put all of my hair in one hair tie, it snaps.
On the occasion that it doesn’t, I have so much fucking hair that it doesn’t want to stay in a little messy orb.
And if (like today) it does, I look like I have a planet stuck to my head, and my head is off balance because my hair is freaking heavy.
So it’s not that I’m being fancy and pretentious with my little clip ‘do, it’s that any other “natural messy style” makes me look like an idiot.
I’m not judging you for your messy bun, I’m jealous and clip-dependent.
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Ryna is a 21yr old undergrad from Oxfordshire pursuing degrees in performing arts and foreign languages. This is the documentation of her adventures and ramblings in search of sanity.
