Guys. Yesterday while sitting in a lecture, it hit me that it's basically the end of February. I've been tripping balls ever since. I have no idea how it is that time can seem to be crawling along at a snail's pace and then BAM! it smacks you in the ovaries, looks you straight in the eye, and whispers without breaking its gaze "Wake up, motherfucker. You only have three months left and you haven't done jack shit."
Unfortunately, the weather is positively paralyzing most days. It's not bitterly cold, but it's bad enough that, when the heating in your flat barely works, it's nigh impossible to get anything done in your room. There hasn't been a single day when I haven't snoozed my alarm for at least half an hour because my bed was so deliciously warm and comfortable and the sliver of sky through the curtains was such a dismal shade of grey. One of my Danish flatmates assures me that this is a common affliction and is far worse when one lives in Scandinavia. This makes me feel slightly better but no less anxious about the fact that I need to be taking advantage of my situation more fully.
Therefore, I'm making it a goal to do at least one thing every day that involves either exploring/adventuring or socializing with people my age. Part of me thinks that posting this on the internet will make me feel more obligated to follow through with this resolution. The other part is chortling to itself, but just to prove that asshole wrong, I've been doing pretty well so far. Yesterday I saw some live funk at The Jazz Bar with some lovely people whom I'm trying to trick into being my friends, poor things. Today...well, I also have a lot of school work and internship applications to catch up on too.
Details on my recent (second) trip to London, along with a few photographs, are possibly imminent...but I make no promises. Sorry, Kate.
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