Time to update? I can see you’re nowhere near writing something, and I don’t want this thing to die so… Here it is.
London is… weird. It’s overcrowded, overpriced, over-advertised, lound and smells of weed. Things would have been better if I wouldn’t have to constantly worry about money.
Niky is slowly driving me insanse with fears of never being a barrister and never getting a job in law (she just started!) and also with boyfriend-hunting. She’s convinced the love of her life (well, not exactly, since we all know who that is) is hiding in the clubs of London and she’s commited to going to parties in search of him. She also briefly considered becoming a lesbian, but that idea quickly died.
It’s been 3 weeks of uni and I’m already behind, already unmotivated and already procrastinating. I can’t make out about 80% of my academic reading because it just sounds like somone found a Thesaurus, took a class in Academic Writing 101 and then just rolled with it.
Living in my halls has both pros and cons, pros being that we don’t live in flats, like people on campus do, so I’m not limited to flatmates, but cons include commuting, very tiny room and living on Murder Mile. On the bright side I’m the only person who actually made some friends in halls.
I can’t cook and have trouble feeding myself, so I’m on a crumpet-cornflakes-and-toast diet. It’s all fun until I fuck up my stomach that way. Thankfully Jake can and occasionally does cook for me and Yasmin (floormate?).
Night bike rides alond the Regent’s Canal, trips to Soho and Brick Lane market are fun, and London certainly has its moments, but I haven’t learnt to love this city just yet.