it is week 2.5 of michaelmas term and i fancy i havent done much even though ive hardly had much time to spare. lots of time has been gobbled up reading stuff on my extra large bed, watching prison break til the wee hours of the morning, cooking, visiting friends, going to school, reading up on work. everything proceeds at a good pace, i only do what i want to do (read: i attend lectures i want to attend) and nothing is really stressing me out, and yet, something is curiously missing... i can only attribute that to withdrawal symptoms from leaving behind my sunny island for another 9 month stretch. i've caught myself referring to london as "home" on one or two occasions, but there is always this vacuous feeling i get when im in this place. like a large piece of me is missing and im jus living in perpetual lalaland where nth is for real. or maybe im jus bored, u know? in other news i am bursting with things i'll never say and sometimes i wonder what this blog is for, since i clearly cannot say those things here.