Jing has come and gone, leaving me behind with an unrecognizable bedroom in a highly meticulous state. I can actually see the floor - it's unnatural, so unnatural that it's making me all queasy inside. Anyway, she's back to the land of sleepy sheep where it's so.. (I hereby pause theatrically and think of a diplomatic word).. preserved, quiet and quaint. (Sorry babe, couldn't resist that dig!) Met up with Jess for dinner, and it was like old times again (Abby, you're sorely missed!) and it was good, all was good.
I've just been informed by Dominic that I have exactly 150days to complete 7 essays and write 40,000 words. This means I have 150 days left in London This means writing at least 40,000 words in 100 days and spending the next 50 days re-writing all my essays. I need to revert to geek status starting from today, but it's incredibly difficult to swot in such lovely weather, and I still have my mountain of storybooks which I want to read! But even Yang'en has started work [Traitor!] so I think I'd better start deciding on my essay topics.
Going up to Manchester with Jo and FF this weekend to watch the FA Cup semis between Chelsea and Liverpool at Old Trafford! I've already decided what to wear, and I'll be decked in dazzling blue from head to toe. Can you feel my excitement?
It's the return of the cranky old neighbour who is extremely partial towards Vincent (it must be the bulging biceps), where she insists that our vibrating washing machine is "compromising the integrity of the building structure" and threatened to file a complaint to the town council within two weeks if we don't replace it with a new one. Seriously. I love old people, they're so steeped in a past that will forever remain incomprehensible to me, and therefore, tantalizingly mysterious. Because of that, I can't help but be intrigued more often than not, but they can be annoyingly paranoid.
The Mother is coming up to visit for an entire week. This means proper home-cooked meals for Vincent and me, hurray. And lots of "Lynnnnneee Lynnnnne!!" and "Lynnnnneee Lynnnnne!!" and "Lynnnnneee Lynnnnne!!" I might actually get sick of hearing my name, maybe I should change it for a week, just for variety. What do you think of "Maria"? And please, no more muggings this time round.
As you can tell, I'm in a strangely frivolous mood. It's the lethal combination of procrastination sleep deprivation, lots of coffee and chocolate, and the unfamiliar zest of the crisp morning air. I swear I'm allergic to coursework the morning sun - my pupils start to dilate and I can see blue cornflowers and edible blades of grass in front of me, and I find myself sprawled on a white beach with modulations of gold reflected from the waters. If I close my eyes, I can feel the the sun's warm benediction on the back of my eyelids.
Who said happiness wasn't easy? It's all in your head, just stand precariously on your toes and stick it up above the grey clouds. At the same time, you also need to accept the fact that like all other things, it will always be transient and fleeting, and that makes it even more precious, no?
Behold! I believe I've typed at least 1000 words in this blog post alone. Now, if only I can be this productive when it comes to coursework. There is always hope at the bottom of Pandora's Box, or so I will continue to delude myself. It's more fun this way, don't you think? Superimposing your own little utopia onto what you see around you - trees become pink, clouds become green, and everyone's deliriously happy. After all, what have we left if you take away the little deceitful joys out of life? So leave me my marshmallow castles, and I promise to leave yours alone.
I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.
