And you'll sleep til May...

Wow.
The view outside my window defines the word bleak.
It's bizarre because i usually love rain, especially when it pours, but concrete really does seem to extinguish the beauty of it. My life would be so much more fun if i wasn't so moved by things like the weather & the first song i hear in a day, but hey, it's a creative head-start in any case, as was just proved by a chalk drawing i did absent-mindedly, which turned out to be quite beautiful.

I definitely need to start posting to this more regularly as my memory really is starting to fail me; part of the reason i started this was because whenever people asked me what i did this summer i'd be a little lost, but i must've done something because i barely ever sit around doing nothing.
So what i assume happened on monday evening was that i went to the film soc opening meeting, attempted to go to two others but somewhere along the line, this failed. I also assume i bumped into a couple of people i'd met in freshers and had a nice conversation with them or something, because i distinctly remember thinking hey, this week is definitely looking up. Under the assumption that i'd go home & get a much needed early night, i became trapped in a rather fun but tame kitchen party. Our floor is a bit weird in that the general norm for anybody in halls anywhere, is that your floor-mates become your instant best friends, even if only superficially & for the first couple of weeks, however we didn't fit into this. We all just kind of banded together out of (slightly conservative) convenience, but i think i can truthfully say that our friendships aren't deep at all, but very genuine.

Yesterday was one of those epic (in the truest sense of the word) days when in your mind, it could easily have spanned to 3 days.
9 o clock anatomy lecture.
Private study in the library for a few hours.
Lunch.
Statistics.
Kitchen chats.
Timetabled sleep.
Labour soc welcome party.
More film soc.
More sleep.
Cooking.
Dinner.
Shower.
Get dressed.
More kitchen chats.
Long tube journey.
MATTER.
Walking to bus station.
Waiting for bus.
Trying to get on damn bus.
Bus driver kicks us all off & makes us form an orderly line.
Board. Flipping. Bus.
Hour & half bus journey.
Walking back to halls.
6 o clock sleep.
9 oclock lecture.

Phew.

Good lecture today, and i got more sleep afterwards. I woke up & dragged my heels to Model United Nations (why the hell did i sign up to so many things?) & had a freakin. brilliant. time.

I definitely, fosho, hands down, would love a job like that. And it turns out i can speak in public, and think fast enough to back/ tear apart someone else's argument, i just never thought i could because, frankly, at school i still would have been ripped to shreds by the rest of my year.

Found my calling, much?