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snow daze

The unfortunate temperatures of London as of late have really made me question my university choice--simply due to the geographical factor, of course.
I've said it before (a few times, I'm sure) and I'll say it again: I HATE THE COLD.
If you've had the pleasure of running into me on campus or just in general within the last couple of weeks, during which the temperatures have plummeted to the negative 20's, it's probably quite obvious. I walk around bundled in mismatched mittens, scarves and hats (only the warmest will cut it), swearing to myself and tripping over my own feet. I arrive at my location ready to punch someone straight in the face, my nose running and cheeks burning.
I'm a joy in the winter, really.

HOWEVER, let's just discuss the fact (while we're on the topic) that it's not even winter yet. Technically, according to the laws of nature, it is still "autumn". I find this hard to believe, as I'm staring out my window right now at four feet of snow and an apparent icicle forrest that has taken form on my roof.
What is happening to the world!!

If you haven't guessed it by now, I'm not having the best of nights. I am attempting to blame the snow and cold weather but, while it is a contributing factor, today and tonight have just blown in general.
It was a snow day today(again.), and while it didn't affect any of my exams (thank god), it did prevent me from getting to the library, the only place I can remotely focus on studying. I spent the afternoon procrastinating in every way I could, and now I'm sitting here the night before an exam for a class I never attend, with only about 1/3 of the course information memorized, procrastinating MORE by blogging.
I really have no one to blame but myself and my apparent A.D.D, but it's still frustrating.

Anyway...
Tomorrow is my last exam of the year (awaahooohhhwo!) and then it's home for the holidays! ...Kinda. I'll be sticking around London for a few post-exam days of drinks and roommate birthday celebrations (the little one is finally legal!). And THEN it's home for 2 blissful weeks of turkey, presents, and friend reunions. Those are my favourite part about the holidays: friend reunions. It's not necessarily a huge deal, since the majority of my high school lives in London anyway, but its always great to have everyone together in one place and under so much alcoholic influence.
It's the most wonderful tiiiime of the yeaaaarr.

I can't WAIT for tomorrow to be over.

stranded

I'm sitting at home--home home-- wondering why I don't check the weather more often.
I opted to drive home this Saturday because my family was going Christmas tree hunting/decorating and, since I'm lame, I really wanted to be involved. So I drove the 1.5 hour drive home with the plan to return to London on Monday.
However, when I woke up this morning I was informed that London has been covered with a ridiculous amount of snow. Everything is closed down (including school) and driving is ridiculous. And it's NOT SUPPOSED TO LET UP ANYTIME SOON.

And here's the thing: I'm down for snow days and it's wonderful that school is cancelled. But all of my exam studying materials and clothes are in London, and apparently I will not be able to get back there anytime soon.
So here I sit, at home, anxiously waiting for The Weather Network to inform me that the snow is finally slowing down.

I keep forgetting winters here and I actually have to keep an eye on the weather before I set out on journeys.
Fock.

Also, I may or may not be a little jealous that my roommates get to play in the snow without me.
God damn.

happy sarah

I'm sitting on my couch, tea in hand, listening to the Galaxie Christmas channel, and watching the first real snow fall of the season. Big, fat flakes of snow. And the best part? It's not even cold out. It's perfect.
I haven't felt this happy for a good few months, to be honest. I feel like a little kid again, and I just want to stay here all day.
Maybe I will.

huckleberry finn and holden caulfield

Thursday nights in make me feel like I'm doing something wrong.
I don't have class Fridays, so when I don't spend my Thursdays having fun with my friends it's just like those weekend nights when you stay in watching movies. You know you don't want to be out, but a part of you is kinda like "you're being lame".
Yeah.
I spent my night watching terrible free Movie Network movies with my roommate and trying (and failing) to read what I have left of Huck Finn.
I've been enjoying Huck Finn, actually (don't worry I'm not gunna book review it). I seem to have some sort of weird attraction to books with relatively no morals or character development within them. I mean, look at my obsession with Catcher in the Rye. I've read a book 7 times about a guy who literally spends 200 pages aimlessly walking around, complaining about his life, and calling everyone phoneys. He doesn't learn any lessons and doesn't give two shits. Yet I love him.
And now Huck Finn isn't learning any lessons and doesn't seem to give two shits either.
I don't know how I feel about him though.. my feelings are neutral right now.

I don't think most people care hehe. I don't usually blog about literature but the sickness may be starting. I'm switching over to an English major next year, so I'm assuming reading "classic" novels will take up the majority of my life, meaning it will probably be blogged about more and more ("Oh Sarah I'm sooooo stoked").

I suck tonight.

my giirll talkin bout my girl (my girl)

Sienna Miller rocks. She's probably one of my favourites. These are from Nylon in February 2007... I was obsessed with this issue. Weohh!

shakin' all over

My nightly caffeine habit needs to be kicked.
I'm sitting in my room with a Starbucks cup in my hand, tapping my feet wildly and trying to think of fun things I can do to get my buzz to wear off faster.
I think...I think this is because I seemed to be under the impression that I was in some way immune to caffeine and its uppity effects on ones body. I really did believe that, you know. For a long time.
I used to drink a really gross amount of caffeine in high school. After my morning coffee I'd purchase a 4 pack of Red Bull, down that by 1, and burn through about 3 more coffees before dinner. It was a bit troubling, especially because I did it because I thought I needed energy, but after a couple months of the habit I felt zero effect from all the shitty I was pumping into my bod.
For someone who doesn't really have an addictive personality, caffeine got to me.
Anyway, I kinda just fell out of habit and stopped drinking so much caffeine by the time I hit grade 12, but my body's resistance to react to caffeine never seemed to really leave me. I still drank 2-3 cups of coffee a day, but it was all for comfort and out of routine...never for energy. It never made me feel awake. And that is why I always made myself a cup of tea before bed, and still do to this day. I could have a delicious hot drink and pass out 5 minutes after.
But GUESS WHAT.
The past few weeks of drinking tea before bed and, really, just drinking caffeine in general has proven that my body misses the caffeine effects and has bestowed them back upon me. I can now drink my cup of coffee before class and actually have the energy to walk my ass there, and get the jitters after my large Timmies regular (om nom nom nom).
And with knowing this, you'd think I'd be able to stop making and buying teas before bedtime. But nope, apparently I cannot.

....Well, thats all. I just needed to type something.

Goodnight :)

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