Ernest

Ugh, I'm so sorry for missing my post last week, I'm just - I'm so fed up with everything.

Like, it's so pretty outside right now, with the weather and the flowers and the grass and everything, and I'm stuck indoors trying to write my essays and study for exams and working on my dissertation.

I just want to be done and go outside and have fun. I could get on a train with Ernest and go somewhere pretty in the North.

Or perhaps not with Ernest. I dunno. He's so inconsiderate, never even once writing me. I have to make up everything myself, and that gets really annoying really quickly when you have to do so three times a week (he is a bit of a romantic after all) while you're trying to finish a degree too.

I think I have an idea for Jack's birthday present, by the way.

I may go to Paris this summer. I love Paris.

And Ernest... tsk. Ernest. He is absolutely lovely, but I do wish he'd take us a bit more seriously. It's a bit annoying when it's all one-sided.