It’s a rare occasion that I get to have a night in by myself. Whilst my friends were at Fleetwood Mac, I planned on having an early night as the weight of the past week was quickly catching up with me. Unwinding with a hot cup of english breakfast, a tin of vanilla wafer sticks, monte carlos and one of the most comfortable lounges I have ever experienced, I happily turned off my phone and somehow, unable to move, watched Titanic (ohgodpleasedontask) from start to finish. Some would say this is a little depressing, others would say it’s my coming of age, I would laugh and say that I really couldn’t be bothered changing the channel and would probably agree with you both. After feeling the way stupid romantic movies make you feel, I was grateful my boyfriend was coming home in just two hours and got thinking about how attractive Leo was in 1997. I should learn from my mistakes but I intend on getting Romeo & Juliet out this weekend, no doubt prepping for my hungover state come Saturday and Sunday morning. Oh dear.
It’s moments like these that make my heart flutter.