I hate to begin with a much exhausted cliché, but it's hard to believe that the end of June is here already. Between revising for exams, end of term festivities, job hunting, volunteering, meeting up with friends, enjoying London in the sunshine and arranging holiday plans, I haven't had much free time recently. Which might explain the speckles of dust slowly gathering on my camera and dvds on the coffee table and why I'm uncharacteristically behind on the latest happenings in Sunset Boulevard. It's been a very good kind of busy though as it's been a fantastic start to summer, and I can't wait for the rest. Typically, I often choose the most inconvenient times to write anything as I have to leave tomorrow at 7:45 to catch a train, so I think I'll keep it sweet and concise and end right here.
On another note, lately, I've been in a time and space kind of mood, if there is such a wondrous thing. Right now, I'm sitting by the window sill, listening to 'Melancholy Astronautic Man' by Allie Moss and stargazing (or in other words, capitalising on my never ceasing imagination and pretending that there are more than one or two stars overlooking lively, animated London at night) in the summer evening breeze. There's just perhaps one thing missing. And what's that, you may ask? A 907 year old time lord of course, what else?