Game of Thrones is definitely my latest TV crush, which is guilty of preventing me from doing any work at all for the past two days. Now, after watching all of the ten episodes of the first series, I am craving for more, and feel like those Gossip Girl/Pretty Little Liars/Vampire diaries - youknowwhatimean - silly fans who go round saying ‘OMG new episode coming out next Friday can’t w8! Oh hav u seen what happened in the last episode? i can’t believe it!’ and clog my news feed on Facebook - making me die inside a little -. Why should you watch it? I will let that pretentious git of my boyfriend persuade you with his latest post - yes, I convinced the boyfriend to open a blog, and already regret to having generated a 6’7” ginger tumblr addict - and if you do watch it and happen to love it, it means this blog is not that useless after all.
My day without shiny swords, dragons, nightwalkers and power plays wasn’t as exciting and unpredictable I must say, although having a smoke with my students during the lecture break made my day. As an act of rebellion - against what or who, god knows; boredom perhaps - I cut my hair short and did blond highlights, and one would say I am quite pleased with it. I also got an interesting £160 water bill which is meant to cover the service until next March: too bad I am moving to France in september.
And with that boss of Dylan Moran, I wish you a good night.