Return

The sheer surreality of my being (once again) a thousand miles from home has yet to strike me. It feels as though any moment I should hop onto a cab for the half-hour journey home. Going back home has been a great, and much welcome (though little deserved) break for me, and I was just musing with one of my classmates about how ridiculous it is that, when the time comes, I loathe to leave either place behind.

Nevertheless, this term promises to be a short, albeit hectic one. Today during the second lecture of the day, the lecturer so kindly reminded us that it is but 8 weeks to our exams. Can die.

A very pretty picture of the view from my window. The beginning of Spring, and the ground is littered with pretty pink flowers. Yet the scent that wafts in the air is not floral, but that of my hostel-mates excesses from last night (ie. vomit...and possibly some swass).

Anyway, the flight was pretty good. I watched four movies on the way. To be exact, I watched one movie thrice, and then another movie. Which one you might say? The History Boys. Awesome film. The themes are somewhat discomfiting, but the sheer beauty of language and idea is incredible. Probably gonna watch it tonight again cos it seems my neighbour downloaded it already.

One phrase from the movie that sticks in my mind which I find...particularly poignant:

"...I am not happy, but then again, I am not unhappy about it."

its over

Finally! Term 2 with its many travesties and trivialities has reached its end. As I burn my many handbooks to fend off the impending chill (both a meteorological remark and metaphorical reference to my exams), I can only reflect on how fast time has passed. I'm getting used to this place. Something I thought I'd never say.

And my exams....sigh. I know I could have worked a lot more, but I think I did fairly acceptably for it. Stupid thing was...the paper ended at 11.15, but I thought it ended at 11.45. Disaster to the max. Left out quite a few MCQ questions like that...like 15 out of 260 marks. Ended up guessing. Which is kinda scary, since the paper is negatively marked and all.

But I'm glad its over for now.

Just a little picture I took in Hyde Park last week that I wanted to share...from the board "Thing's to look out for!". And I must add that these bird feeders are not British. Get it? Nevermind.

Bah

After having seen the delirious fun that my three 'friends' had without me (although thanks for that poster pic!), I've been prompted to post my OWN adventure, to show that my life hasn't been completely uneventful. Well...to convince myself, at any rate!

To the three of you, I think Jo expresses better than I ever can how I feel right now.

Aaaaaaaaaand she's going to kill me for putting that picture up.

But seriously! While them three were hetting it up at the Falls, I had a blast of a time in York! Pictures will prove that I ALSO had access to Krispy Kremes, although bringing them all the way from London shortened their shelf-life considerably.

That's...well...me, Jo, and her flatmates in one of the flats, gorging ourselves on the sweet delights of Krispy Kremes, although poor Charlotte (Right photo, on the left) gave them up for Lent.

And thats us in one of the pubs, gradually getting soused. Well...I gradually got soused anyway, but I've also discovered my alcohol tolerance isn't as low as I previously thought it was!

I know this post is kinda text-skinny, but I have exams coming up in less than a week now. So Ima going to have to scoot. I didn't get the chance to maul 'That Lonesome Road' while walking along snow-strewn streets, but I DID get to go for a rehearsal of Mozart's Requiem! Jo is just so damn lucky la...

So in signing off, I leave you, David + Enoch + Bert with one final picture.

(P.S. If you couldn't already tell, I'm hugely jealous, and I wish I was there.)

another day

I can't seem to stop blogging...any little distraction that grants me respite from the endless toil of revision seems preferable right now.

So...funny thing happened today in school. Just chatting with this random girl who I know stays in halls, and we were moaning about revision and how much we hadn't done and yada yada, and the conversation turned (as conversations will) to the state of our rooms.

Me: My room is getting really gross.

She: Tell me about it! My bed is messy like you wouldn't believe!

Me: Huh? Why don't you just clean it up?

She: Oh no...I do most of my work lying down.

Now...it took EVERY IOTA of self-control (and gentlemanly valour!) within not to respond to this. And I basked in the warm satisfaction of my new-found maturity for the next half hour or so. Go me!

And I have fallen completely in love with the smell of clean laundry...it's been so long, I'd forgotten what it was like. Ahhh...