My essay is already one day late. But today I'll do it, I'll overcome the laziness and tomorrow it's going to be in. I promise.
Paul found a packet of Ronhill Lights that he bought in Slovakia. I smoked one and it was just such a trip down memory lane... It made me remember... Sitting in a thousand different bars in Croatia with Jana, and sometimes Rene', and sometimes other people... I realize now that... Those weeks in Croatia... I was really happy then. Just happy. Happy because we were hitchiking and meeting amazing people and spending nights on the street or the beach and having dirty feet in my flip flops and talking a lot and just feeling nice... I can't wait to go to Venice. I really can't wait.
Had a very pleasant evening yesterday. Went to Hampsted, and I cannot believe I had never been there. Imagine mixing your typical London scenario with a Disney town, and you're not even nearly there yet. It's amazing, and that's probably why a one bedroom flat is about 250,000 £. Ah ah ah. Anyway, I've changed the plans for the rest of my life (yeah, I do have plans. More or less). Finish uni, find a job with an NGO, travel all over Africa and Asia, meet a rich and fit guy, come back to London and settle down in a nice big house in Hampstead. What do you think? Sounds nice to me. *lol* I wish, seriously. The only idea of finding a proper job when I finish uni scares me soooo much.
I need to go down to Safeways, I really need to. I need tissues and fruits and pineapple juice and yogurt and decent bread and wheetos. And I have no money because I need 50 £ to go down to Kent this weekend and at the same time I'm trying to save a bit of money every week. Bollocks. I guess I just won't eat. Or I'll eat our last packet of pasta or something. I'll find something.
So, yeah. I'll have a bath and then I'll do my essay, and it's going to be good and nice and finished by tonight. Yes yes yes.