I guess I haven't been sticking to the schedule where I said I would post on here every Wednesday and then one day of the weekend...sorry! It's because I STILL don't have proper internet at my new place (BT have been an absolute nightmare and it's actually getting a bit ridiculous now). I think for the moment I'll stick to one post a week, which will be up on a Saturday or a Sunday until everything gets back to normal. That way I can concentrate on talking about something interesting (hopefully) instead of always updating you with Instagram photos. I came home and stayed with my parents this weekend. It was so lovely to see them and also have a chance to catch up with my best friend and my cousin. My bedroom (which is my favourite place in the world) didn't really feel like it was mine anymore, even though lots of my things are still there. I can't figure out whether that's a good thing or not. I guess it is because it means that I'm comfortable with my bedroom in the new place? Has anyone else found that after moving out?
Oops...not quite, chilling out on a Saturday night last week, Mr Bigs...got in a fight and the cut adove his eye just makes him look shocked all the time, Biggie feeling sorry for himself, my best friend made this for my boyfriend and I as a house warming gift (I LOVE it), went for a new hairstyle and got quite a lot of my hair chopped off.