Jet Lag

I still can't get over the fact that in America, people are STILL going around saying "Happy New Year". This is one of my disturbing discoveries about America, along with the way they say route - they say it like ROWT. What the actual fuck is that? Anyway, enough about America.

I'm finding it hard to talk today because I have a dry tongue reminscent of the taste of berries (minus strawberries, i like those). I'm also getting gradually more annoyed with the fact that I can't say -th in words. It translates to -f. A classic sentence would be - "I Fink I'm Going To Go To Platform Free". It's painfully annoying.

So, I go back to uni tomorrow. It's more a need than a want. Although, i miss the people. I miss my people. I know I've got a lot to do, but I really can' t be bothered to explain why I'm always working. Sometimes I wish I was purely self-explanatory. I really do try.

In other news, I don't believe I left behind artic weather. When the hell has it been -10 in England before during the day? Somebody please tell me that's crazyness!

I can't get certain songs out of my head. Still love that moment on the balcony staring out into a never ending pool of light. It made me feel alive.

It really is the small things that count. x