i'm walking around my parents' flat in paris wearing:
- a tshirt and jumper;
- pants (as in, panties);
- knee high socks;
- gray four inch heels i've bought to go with my ball dress.
and i'm finding all this extremely amusing. what i find less amusing is that i am completely and utterly unable to walk in these heels and am therefore quite likely to die during the ball next saturday.
next week is the last week of term. i cannot wait. shame i have to do some stats before then... sigh. it'll be fine.
in more or less a day i should be back in oxford and back with m, and that makes me very happy. i've actually missed him. how silly of me... it's just that it's hard to be on my own when i've spent every single evening (or almost) of the last month with him. i can't believe how i'm still not annoyed about having to share my single bed. i think something might be going on...
(i'm going to stop lying: something IS going on, and it's wonderful)
and now it's time for me to make use of my parents' lovely bathtub. and get rid of these damn shoes.