Oh, the dreams we have. For house with a room that has a wall made completely of windows. A grand piano sitting in the observatory. A house with a backyard for the dog. Gas powered stoves. If only they were plans and not dreams.

I wish I was British.

Oh, stop it. I am ever so amused. Why do people insist on posting their heart on their facebook profile page. The saying of "wearing one's heart on one's sleeve" is rather outdated. The stupid thing is that now everyone can see, not just you and your (unfortunate) other half. The only love I show publicly is my love for Sherlock Holmes. . . . . . Please don't make me vomit in my mouth with your affection. Besides, it'd just be embarrassing if you were to cheat on your beloved whilst abroad. Or fall for your boyfriend's best friend. Or move on after two months. Oh, scratch that, there's two people who have moved on in a shockingly little amount of time. Mind you, with the second person, it's been surprisingly slow. I'd made an internal bet that said person would've cheated on her boyfriend while she was back home.