Listening to: Shall we dance, Ella Fitzgerald
Thinking of:
Warwick is pretty much a dead place at the moment, almost void of any student life. The remainder of the faithful shall depart soon back to a country where it is warm, come rain or shine. I guess it is about time to move on actually... I can't seem to think of what to write these days, either I'm too occupied with minor things or have been distracted by something or another. Or on the other hand, the argument goes that life has turned a little ordinary here.
Thinking of:
Warwick is pretty much a dead place at the moment, almost void of any student life. The remainder of the faithful shall depart soon back to a country where it is warm, come rain or shine. I guess it is about time to move on actually... I can't seem to think of what to write these days, either I'm too occupied with minor things or have been distracted by something or another. Or on the other hand, the argument goes that life has turned a little ordinary here.
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