They serve chocolate in hell

I’m feeling mildly nostalgic and I have no idea what over? I’m sitting in a bar after having just finished my last essay for this semester and I’m feeling a little underwhelmed. Probably because I know come tomorrow, it’ll start all over again (studying, French orals, blah!!).

The last time I blogged I had a job, a social life, and I also believe I was at least 10,000 kilos lighter. Studying has not only destroyed my social life but pushed me to the point where all I can do to distract myself is eat. Eat, and eat, and eat! Soon someone will have to roll me to university. Let’s circle back to the job (or the lack of one). My work is officially closing; May 28th is the date. I’ve been looking around for other jobs but I haven’t been able to justify spending much time looking. Everything seems like a waste of time at the moment.

On a side note, my social life returns tomorrow (for exactly 2 days)! After doing this essay, I have a week break until my next assessment is due (a French oral). Though, with weather like this, I’m not sure I’ll want to leave the house to be social. I’m currently seeking refuge in a little restaurant next to university; Tojo’s – check it out. Awesome food, amazing price! I’m a little unsure at this point if I’m even going to make it back to university to meet friends. It’s pouring and the wind is ridiculous. I was almost blown onto the road when I walked over here (and I’m 6″2′!!)

Side rant: Let me now just mention my hatred for group projects. I have a group project to do that’s due in 2 weeks time (yes, once again, the French oral) and my team members seem to not even care. I stayed up until 4AM to finish an essay, we had planned to meet as a group to work on the project at Lot 22 early this morning. With exactly 4 hours sleep, I dragged myself to the cafe and only one person showed up. One bailed an hour before the meeting (at this late stage, I was already on the train). The other person just decided he wasn’t going to turn up, and I didn’t have his contact number (silly me). When universities decide to make very different people work as one unit, well, it’s not the brightest idea.

I’m going to sign off now and sprint back to campus while it’s not raining. If I don’t blog in a week’s time, I was swept into a drain somewhere.