It's half seven in the morning, it's cold and dark out- after an all-nighter working to get a project done for this morning, its as if a wieght has been taken from my shoulders.
I just climbed out of the bath, my housemates shouting as I was in the tub too long, my eyes are bloodshot, and the cold cold air or my room has just hit me again. Brr.
However, as I wrap myself in my terrycloth robe, I now smell nice, I'm clean, and the rain outside in the dark shows an icy cold winter day- the kind I love the most. I've got music playing - Godspeed You Black Emperor! - Static.mp3 - the espresso machine my dad gave me sits on my desk, buzzing into life, filling my room with the smell of lavazza, I just had the kindest most gentle wake up call on my cellphone from my mum, and I have a chocolate brioche to munch on from the care package they sent me.
It's a cold, cold day out there. We're expecting snow in a few days, too. And it's a long, long walk upto campus. Canterbury calls, but London screams out for me to visit and take in the lights, the 24hr bagel shop on Brick Lane, and the smells of coffee in the early morning commute past Bar Italia in Soho.
It's early morning, and my cat at home will just be comming in- running up the stairs to fall asleep on what is my bed, waiting for me to go back next week. He'll sleep there every day, and most of the night till I get back, ruffle his fur, and play with him. My dad will be making coffee for the house now, they'll all soon be ready for the day- dad to go cause trouble at his friends' place, mum to Kings, and sis to school.
It's early morning as I leave the house, and I pull the door shut behind me. Light streams through the clouds, lighing up the puddles on the ground, and the school commute begins. I weave my way in and out of the people ahead of me, earphones in, scarf wrapped tight, towards campus, towards the day ahead, and a day nearer to home.
This mini-rant brought to you by a guy at college who just realised how much his parents mean to him. Go figure...
dmi
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also, I dislike my profile pic- need somethng less pretentious methinks...
I just climbed out of the bath, my housemates shouting as I was in the tub too long, my eyes are bloodshot, and the cold cold air or my room has just hit me again. Brr.
However, as I wrap myself in my terrycloth robe, I now smell nice, I'm clean, and the rain outside in the dark shows an icy cold winter day- the kind I love the most. I've got music playing - Godspeed You Black Emperor! - Static.mp3 - the espresso machine my dad gave me sits on my desk, buzzing into life, filling my room with the smell of lavazza, I just had the kindest most gentle wake up call on my cellphone from my mum, and I have a chocolate brioche to munch on from the care package they sent me.
It's a cold, cold day out there. We're expecting snow in a few days, too. And it's a long, long walk upto campus. Canterbury calls, but London screams out for me to visit and take in the lights, the 24hr bagel shop on Brick Lane, and the smells of coffee in the early morning commute past Bar Italia in Soho.
It's early morning, and my cat at home will just be comming in- running up the stairs to fall asleep on what is my bed, waiting for me to go back next week. He'll sleep there every day, and most of the night till I get back, ruffle his fur, and play with him. My dad will be making coffee for the house now, they'll all soon be ready for the day- dad to go cause trouble at his friends' place, mum to Kings, and sis to school.
It's early morning as I leave the house, and I pull the door shut behind me. Light streams through the clouds, lighing up the puddles on the ground, and the school commute begins. I weave my way in and out of the people ahead of me, earphones in, scarf wrapped tight, towards campus, towards the day ahead, and a day nearer to home.
This mini-rant brought to you by a guy at college who just realised how much his parents mean to him. Go figure...
dmi
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also, I dislike my profile pic- need somethng less pretentious methinks...
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ebin:
What up loco?
starsjuggler:
anch'io sono italiano. ho pensato di studiare in inghilterra anni fa, deve essere divertente. ho letto che le compagnie mandano anche esaminatori all'ultimo anno nei campus per offrire un lavoro ai laureandi. sai come un fisico (io) possa trovare lavoro in uk? c' un ufficio pubblico o gli inglesi usano solo quelli privati?