Every Summer Sun, Every Winter Evening, Every Spring To Come, Every Autumn Evening ...

Wooh! Finished the final assignment of the year and now I feel remarkably ... FREE. Bored even haha. But at this juncture bored is better than harried and hectic. Today like most Tuesdays was errand day - tried to copy some GV notes (stupid slacker GV dept was closed at only 1540), good run at the gym, changed Euros at Tottenham Court Rd, Sainsburys shopping, phone unlocking ... Yup thats life in UK I realized ... work and more hw punctuated by many bits of errands ... heh no thats over-generalization - we have lotsa fun too. Yet in UK we gotta do many more things ourselves like cooking, grocery shopping, household shopping etc.
Oh one prickly event just 20 min ago. I mean when you're abt the only person monitoring levels of - lets just call it - equipment in a certain location you'd appreciate it if people just appreciated it and sometimes chipped in. But interestingly what I received today was an ultra-displeased and almost condescending tone from one of the members of the institution over one piece of the equipment that was not stored according to the person's liking; followed by a lot of door slamming. Sheesh. Not only frustrating but infuriating actually. *self-censor*
I think I'm slowly getting back into shape ... gonna hammer myself into some semblance of fitness this hols ... in addition to doing internship aps (sigh) ... revising the term's stuff (sighx2)and meeting the buds.

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Just returned from helping Ben with wad looks like delicious deep fried chicken drumsticks and having to cycle out back to Sainsburys to buy rice and oil due to our diminished supply! Yum! Starving - as is so often the case in Winter when I have to eat seven times a day!

Only take the time
from the helter skelter
every day you find
everything's in kilter
you don't need a reason
let the day go on and on

Every summer sun
every winter evening
every spring to come
every autumn leaving
you don't need a reason
let it all go on and on

wild child