I Need a Drink
Today I went to Hampstead Heath...a "a quaint little villiage" as my London for Dummies books explains. It was cute. I took the National Rail and kept it moving. All in all, a cute time, but really boring and stuff. So, I decided to eb adverturous and take the bus to Chalk Farm (where Sylvia Plath lived) but conviently passed it and ventured in Camden Town. Camden is like the goth and puck rock/tattoo/market area. I could never, and I mean never live there ever. Much to busy. At least now I am keeping my money in my pocket (as in not spending it on clothes, books, and cute bags that I really want) I have just been spending it on transportation, topping up my phone, and TONS of food. After that, that is all really. But I must have spent like close to 150-200 bucks this past week.:sighs:
I fucking give the fuck up. I give the fuck up! Yo, I will have to be ridiculously poor when I get back. People at home know it is asskickingly expensisve to live here? Wtf? I have no excuse. As the months have passed, I have actually started living here-and you know what folks-living costs money.
I need a drink. Not an alkie, but I need a drink. A nice cool one...a red beer especially. That's what the Brit pubs are known for. They are good! And I don't even like beer! Anyway, I have been doing horribly on my 15 page paper...I have the top of the thrid page and 2 pages of quote/notes. Wtf is that shit?. Whatever, I don't know what the fuck is going on with me. Yesterday I spent the whole day inside and I basically added 2 quotes to the paper..maybe a half a page. WHAT???
:sighs:
I need a drink.
And I have another paper I have to do, starting Mon, or Tues...and NO criticism on it mind you.
Why? I am going to e-mail the head of Liberal Arts at my college and ask whethere these eng classes count for my major-as in I need to get a C....at this point, I don't even think I will get a C.
Whatever.
posted by The Eternal Student @ 11:15 PM
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