I'm in love with this city. Even though I am currently encapsulated in the Fresher's Flu virus, and systematically coughing out my internal organs--starting first with my lungs--I love it here.
The past few weeks have been hectic and crazy fun. You make friends fast in University. So fast that it feels as if you're in front of a conveyor belt of friends and you have to remember each of their names in the brief moment that they move past. If there are any Brits among you that remember Jim Davidson's Generation Game on Saturday Night TV then you'd know what I'm talking about... CUDDLY TOY!
Oh look. The tumbleweed of understood references just blew past.
However, between all the bar crawls, the indie band nights, the PJ parties, the nine o'clock lectures, the seemingly endless walks to and from the Student Union, and, who can forget, the real-life drama of University in general, I have not had a chance to sit down and actually write anything. I apologise. I have very little time to write. In fact I am currently procrastinating from writing my essay on Tinnitus by writing this entry.
I am just giving you an update on my current situation.
I feel you guys need to know that I'm still breathing... in between the coughing and spluttering.
The past few weeks have been hectic and crazy fun. You make friends fast in University. So fast that it feels as if you're in front of a conveyor belt of friends and you have to remember each of their names in the brief moment that they move past. If there are any Brits among you that remember Jim Davidson's Generation Game on Saturday Night TV then you'd know what I'm talking about... CUDDLY TOY!
Oh look. The tumbleweed of understood references just blew past.
However, between all the bar crawls, the indie band nights, the PJ parties, the nine o'clock lectures, the seemingly endless walks to and from the Student Union, and, who can forget, the real-life drama of University in general, I have not had a chance to sit down and actually write anything. I apologise. I have very little time to write. In fact I am currently procrastinating from writing my essay on Tinnitus by writing this entry.
I am just giving you an update on my current situation.
I feel you guys need to know that I'm still breathing... in between the coughing and spluttering.
Mood:
undescribable
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