Carbon

I fit into my Paige Premiums size 26. Not a comfortable fit, but I still fit in. That's a size 2 folks, a size 2. What can I say? Obsession breeds creativity.

So I am still in the midst of exams, and spent the last three weeks commiserating the fail and/or bad fail of all but one exam. Fuck. Shit. Oh well. That's life.

I also have one word for you folks: carbon.

As I was writing an exam for my main course, one of the questions really peaked my interest. It was actually fun writing out the answer as it was applied theory as opposed to just simple regurgitation. Really, it started from there.

Two weeks later, bada bing bada boom. Spent 90 odd pounds going to this lecture on a career based around this question based around aforementioned word.

Ofcourse, I mention this to Comrade...and well, stay tuned for the next post to find out his response. Typical Russian, what do you expect eh?

Anyway, just wanted to let you punks know that I am alive and well...barely, but still there.

Cheers bitches.

Belle