So as my student life comes to a close, I'm faced with the arduous task of trying to find where the hell the hoover is in my house, so I am able to hoover my room before I leave. Sadly this is alot harder than it seems, as it's no where to be found. So I'm left with the unsavory task of cleaning the floor with my feet, or by hand. A part of me is dead right now, not gonna lie.

The only saving grace of today is that the men's Quarter Finals are on at Wimbledon, though I would have loved to have watched that back in Cardiff, while sipping on a smooth crisp Mountain Dew. I yearn for a smooth crisp Mountain Dew.