A Pretty Face

Last night I thought I was completely emotionally drained. Well, I was. But what I didn't realise until I rolled out of bed 12 hours later was that I was also physically exhausted.

Ho hum.

Anyway, as of NOW, I hope to become a much better blogger. Exams are over (they were over two days ago, but now recovering from them is also over) and I hope to concentrate on relaxing, enjoying and hopefully consequently be revitalised enough to start writing for fun again, properly.

I think I have said it before, but it is so difficult to be inspired when you've stayed in your pyjamas all day and the most exciting moment was making lunch.

Point in case: one day into my newlyfound freedom I was strolling with my friends when we passed a shop displaying the most absolutely gorgeous jewellery. I resolved to treat myself to a piece as soon as I start work - the prices are high for an unemployed student all roughly around the £100 mark, but not unattainably Cartier.

Of course, when I got home all I could remember was the location and the fact that the name was French. Cue, quick Google search which devastated me with the fact that they had a sample sale only a couple of weeks ago when I was still in the depths of exams. Damn.

Oh well, who knows, maybe there will be a summer sale by the time I actually get round to visiting Les Néréides.