In Which I Make a Very Embarassing Confession

Did you miss me? 

Anyone?

No?

I didn't think so, but I know it's been a while so there was always an outside chance someone might have noticed my absence. Nonetheless, I'm back.  As of yesterday my essays are completed, my exams are over and there's 11 months until my dissertation is due in so I think I'm allowed a couple of months (at least) off from academic pursuits which means that I can recommence my actual life, assuming I can remember who I am and what I do. 

I don't have much to share scrapping wise as I believe I've made a total of one layout in that last 3 months which is not exactly going to redefine the word prolific, particularly as I don't even have a picture to share.  However, I'm hoping to rip into some of the ScrapaGoGo boxes which are piling up in my dining room very soon in order to get my mojo back in time for the GoGo Getaway in October.

In the meantime, I feel the need to get something of my chest. I'm in the throws of an all out, full blown, hugely debilitating celebrity crush which has been extremely distracting while I've been revising and even worse when trying to focus my mind in the exams themselves. 

I am 30 years old.

I need to get a grip.

I've always been somewhat prone to these little obsessions which depart in time, often as quickly as they arrive, but while I'm right in the centre of it, it's like I am 14 years old again and crying into my Mark Owen pillowcase in the manner of the silly girl I am.  

Again, I need to get a grip.  Really.

REALLY.

Aaaaaaaaaanyway.  Here's a couple of pictures to try and draw focus from how pathetic and juvenile I am.

Did it work? 

Oh. 

I'll just have to try again tomorrow.