I know this is quite dodgy, but I don’t think the polaroids I shot from my trip, or any polaroid I take is actually going to be of swell quality with my crappy scanner.

This is from a place I remember only when I was a child and it was so much more livelier than this…It’s in an area with lots of military families and such called E7 and is quite large (or so I thought when I was a child), and now that my great grandmother has passed away and my grandmother doesn’t live here anymore it’s become dusty and moldy and dead, stripped bare of all the things I used to love, mainly the warmth, old style and the extensive collection of novels.

It’s just so empty now.

Again.

This is before Kymon went off to his formal last week. Was my last shot on my instax so I didn’t know that it was going to turn out this dark (oh well). Hoping to invest in a good quality scanner soon (fingers crossed I make a transfer)

Yesterday’s anti fiddler was mini golf.

In our lecture room today.

For the first week of the trip we were in Islamabad & stayed in a rest house/ motel/hotel/idk type place which was the best idea ever because it was like 10 degrees less and our room (which had 2 bathrooms and 2 bedrooms yey) was so nice and warm I was so happy that I wouldn’t have to be at my aunt’s house (because it’s literally the same temperature inside as it is outside in hers) plus they had the best hot water omg I loved this place.

From the beginning of my trip- we went to the site of Taxila. It was inhabited by ancient Greek, Persian and Hindu civilizations. It’s honestly a maze of ruins with a few temples. The weather was quite fogged over and bright which is why it looks a little strange and I honestly wish more money went into uncovering stuff here because there’s a lot of mixed history here.

pinocchio fun

Some stuff I bought for sculpture today. Only ended up using a CD case and the weird strainer thing and my stuff broke and died. I don’t even know why I bother. 

I also chatted to a guy about tea who grabbed a juicebox out of the bin to look at it for some reason and had a greasy creeper stare and wave at me.

But it gets better because this morning I puked up blood and yesterday I puked on Kymon’s chest. He’s now mad at me because I wanted to hang out tomorrow. Such is life with a guy who gets nervous every time each month passes, even though it’s with me and not a girl with mouth aids and a vagina so loose its sunken to the ground and the fact that his sister is due in a week and he hates children. And I don’t even care that he doesn’t like it when I talk about him. Who even reads this blog? *cricket noises* 

P. S. I think this guy in my class got a tattoo carved into his skin. Yep.