foreverkate

Reading old journal entries is FUNNY.

This is the last hour of freedom before I get back into the routine. Heavy bags and writing last minute essays, what a joy. I don't really want to go to college now the time is here. I don't feel like doing anything at all. Just sitting and drawing. And eating my mother's cinnamon cake - it's heaven. I desperately need a job; I am skint. And there's never any vacancies anywhere, except maybe Supercuts. Ew, nty. I get allowance, but it seems to just disappear and I haven't actually bought anything. I'm not even a spendaholic! And I got some new passport photo things done the other day. Ew ew ew. What is it with passport photos always lo

Soo I'm back from Cornwall, one of my most favourite places in the whole world ever. Cause I'm cooooool. Seriously though. It's like a second home, the place I spent so many childhood summers. The feeling you get when Christmas is near; I get that feeling when I'm going to Cornwall too. Most of the time. But my cousins weren't there (one is in China, one in Norway) so I guess it wasn't the same. Anyhow, it's hard to relate just how special that place is to me. It's in all the little things, the pictures on the wall, the quay, Toys in the Wood, the smell of the Tower Room, the out-of-tune piano, the two sets of staircases, the coolest comput