Also I still have assignments ffffffffffffffffffffffff
This summer kinda blows.
I’m working like an adult but not getting paid for it, I’m living in the middle of nowhere with my parents, and my boyfriend lives 15 miles away instead of in my room.
I hope that in a year from now I am working for pay at a place that has its shit together, living—with my boyfriend—in an apartment that is only 5 minutes away from where I work.
And maybe throw in a cat. That’s pretty much the dream.
I just saw a post about the “series finale” of Doctor Who and I almost cried until I remembered that the Brits use the term “series” like we do “season.”