I have my last exam today. I don't think I like this system of theirs. I'm absolutely exhausted. And school starts again next Monday. You start the semester with 3 weeks of finals weeks before the new classes begin? No thank you. No, thank you, England, it's too much, too much, too much.
The morning after a bad sleep you don't know what to do with yourself. This kind of day are always up to the elements and the stuff inside the day to determine your mood, or at least that's always the way it is for me. I'm too tired to wake up with a predetermined attitude, so I let the day do that work for me. And already, the wind is pestering my windows and the rain is streaking my windows and the fog is condensating my windows. I'm already my windows.
I don't think I mentioned ages ago that the little boy took his Pirate flag out of the flower pot in the garden below me, but that doesn't matter too much because the wind that hits us these days literally makes my bedroom vibrate. It whistles past me as I lay in bed at night. And will whistle past me as I walk outside my front door in half an hour.
A little too much, England.
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A certain roommate just told me you had been blogging for a bit. I never knew! I just stopped by to say that I miss you so incredibly much and can't wait for you to return. Everyone in the townhouse misses you. Max sends his love too.
PSST... This is Stef.
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