I just updated the pictures page.
See, this shows our corridor and our flat door. As you can see we have an ironboard, a stolen chair and a "no war" poster from the march protest. Oh, and that's our flat number, ground floor (even though we're really on the first floor), D block, flat B. My room number is GDB1. I am going to miss this number (can you call it number even though it's not a number?)... My small cozy room. I love my room, all red and messy and packed with stuff, with my two little darlings (the plants) by the window, loads of candles, incense, my dear shisha in the corner, books all over the place, my board covered with nice postcards, my Pollock poster, my posters from various clubs, my five indian cushions... I can't believe how much stuff I've put in here. I came with two big boxes and three suitcases, I'll probably leave with six big boxes and three suitcases. ^^;;;
This is me having a really weird grin on my face. I love it. XD That's exactly the kind of stupid faces I make all the time. And I'm wearing my favourite jumper ever - a Mango jumper my ex-boyfriend bought for me in Barcelona. I wear it so much it's starting to fall apart - it already has two holes, but I don't care. ^^
This is Freddie passing out on the floor in the corridor. I took the picture 15 minutes ago. He's still there. In a different position. He told he had far too much to drink tonight. Three times. That means FAR too much. He's been scaring the shit out of Rie again. XD