you called?

So I think I owe a few people who actually bother of the existence of this space of mine a proper update.

The end of semester is nearing. That means finals would be on my doorstep in about 3weeks time. Could be less, I'm not so sure. However so, if you're wondering how my intellectual self is doing, I think the perfect answer to that would be, well, I kinda lost her since the day I arrived here.

Not funny.

Its 2:34am and I'm amazed by how well I'm doing pulling off an owl every single night. Not like I don't do this back at home, but then it hits me. I'm exactly like how I am back home. So that should be a good thing, right ? Well, I'm feeling rather comfortable with how things are, which bothers me. Like I should be doing something, but I'm not really sure what.

So yesterday we stayed at the library until 3am. I've always wanted to pull an all-nighter at the university library. And it was awesome. Except the part where we had to walk back to the car walking under 8 degrees celsius .Though, I'd have to say I wish I did more studying than randomly clicking on pages like facebook, youtube and bbc.com digging my head into those row of articles on David Cameron and the UK elections ; all in one go. Trust me, none of that are a good combination with studying. I happily printed out notes and past years which I have yet to read on and execute since I last tucked them in my bag.

I should really start doing some serious amount of studying myself.

Talk about procrastination, I'm officially the mother foggah of it all.

I'm turning 21 soon. There's a whole list of things that I want to achieve starting at this point. Things to bring forward, things to scratch off the list. My first birthday here. How awesome is that. Nothing beats celebrating it at home though. But I'm thinking a wonderful evening at the beach, with my sketchbook, markers, my camera and the sunset.