Places I’d rather be: Barcelona.
Actually, I’d rather be anywhere but here. I have an exam tomorrow that I’m completely unprepared for, my final essay due next week, and more exams following that. I’m starting to hyperventilate at the thought of mucking anything up and not being able to graduate. I really can’t wait for this month to be over.
God, the capacity some people have to make me smile (sometimes for hours after I’ve left them) just by sitting across from me, having a cup of coffee, and being themselves.
Weird fact: I can carry a tune better in Arabic than I can in English. I have no idea why. I wouldn’t have thought that musical aptitude would differ linguistically. My mum reckons it’s because Arabic is a more naturally musical language than English is, but I don’t know. It’s bloody weird!
I did some spring cleaning yesterday, trying to get the state of my apartment crisp and neat in order to be able to study better. I moved some piles of books in front of the telly so that switching it on for a little bit is not an option.
