Is there something wrong with wanting to go home, snuggle in a hoodie, watch Friday Night Lights, and cry because I’m not a member of the Taylor family?
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So, I’ve been at University for a month come Saturday and I am loving it. One of the parts of my day to day that’s gotten better since I moved away from home is my cooking. In the last month I have begun actually eating dinner around 6 O’clock every night and have been making things that don’t come straight from packets. For example two weeks ago for dinner I made Spaghetti Bolognese for the very first time. Since it wasn’t that difficult I took that recipe and tonight I made lasagne, which was super yummy.
The ultimate test lies tomorrow though. I am going home for the weekend and coming with me along with my washing is the leftover lasagne. My Dad makes his living as a chef so this should be an interesting taste test.
In other news classes are going well, I’ve made some friends and discovered that last years college English was actually super useful.
11 days till I move to Stirling and I’m starting to freak out a little. And by a little I mean like a lot.
I really need to get up and get stuff done today. Instead I am sitting at my dining room table procrastinating on the Avery Barkley tag on tumblr and listening to country music on 8tracks.
Sometimes I seriously question my life choices. It’s 2:35am and instead of you know sleeping I’ve decided to start watching Black Sails and then possibly the first episode of Penny Dreadful.