my social life is taking off like at no other time in my life. it's great to be a postgrad fresher.
why is it that having afternoon naps is so damn annoying? i wake up and instead of feeling happy because i'm well rested, it pisses me off that i've wasted an hour and a half of my life. (especially now i've realised i do actually have quite a few readings to do for next week)
oh well. there's always the weekend.
in half an hour: college bar crawl, i.e. walking around oxford and its colleges and getting drunk. sounds good no? it's the best way to socialise anyway. how i've picked up the british ways, it's impressive.
i'm slowly building my routine: the first brick is dinner in the refectory at 7. stupidly early for my mediterranean roots but i don't really have a choice.
i love the fact that i have no interest in men whatsoever at the moment. they're always a disappointment anyway.
two posts in one day, i think i'm going over the top.