rxelyn: (emoness)
I don't care if I'm going to get screwed for not finishing the Brave New World questions. I'm still stuck at chapter 12 and I'm too irritated with everything to really care. I don't think that there was anything that set me off, but am feeling quite... angsty these few days, for want of a better word. Am getting very irritable, in which I would like the entire world to vanish and leave me alone.
rxelyn: (blurry eyes)
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Til they're before your eyes
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say goodbye
~ The Call, Regina Spektor

The iPod shuffled to this randomly while I was mooning on the plane that was cruelly deporting me back to this place.

I want to go back. I miss the people, the lessons, the nature, the food, the books, everything.

It's strange to be back. I hate it.

Two weeks and I'm already so attached to that red bricked building with its inhabitants, ranging from the darling squirrels to the quirky people. I miss the cold wind tussling my hair affectionately like I'm its lost child. I miss the vividly colored flowers greeting me early in the morning as I peer through windows while walking down endless corridors that seem to lead me to forever.

I haven't said goodbye to Cambridge, to Girton yet.
I don't think I shall.



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