Returning from having Rossi's leftover lunch or cat food for lunch aka weird gooey and dodgy looking something that resembled pasta but probably is not, I'm feeling like having another Krispy Kreme doughnut but I really shouldn't as it's just going to go to my thighs. And I really do not need any added inches to them now.
Returned from Sydney last night on a twelve hour train ride where I managed to gobbled down two Krispy Kremes, a hot-cross bun, and half a fiction novel on the way. Slept maybe a total of six hours on the train which made up for the four or five hours sleep I got the morning before in Sharon's place where Veron and I crashed for the majority of our trip.
Spent quite a substantial amount of money on transport and food and clothes in Sydney which I'm feeling the pinch or punch in my purse strings now. Ouch. Got to cut down my coffee expenditure to a strict one regular cuppa a day instead of the occasional twice a day. I really couldn't be bothered to elaborate on our trip even though it really was fun and random and funny. The most part of our trip consisted mainly of shopping, eating Junda/Junde's grandmother's homecooked food at their place, staying a night at said place to watch Saw and Saw 2, indulging in seafood at the Sydney Fish Market, parading around Bondi Beach in our oh-so-scantily-clad bikinis, visiting USyd and getting a hoodie on the way, and gorging ourselves silly with Krispy Kremes doughnuts but not necessarily in that order.
Coming back to IH to such chilly weather is a shock to the system especially when Sydney was so warm and windy. It definitely feels closer to London weather now than ever. I really do not like this. I really got to concentrate as a friend just reminded me that finals are only six more weeks away and I've yet to seriously get down on my work and burn any midnight oils yet. There're two assignments due this week and the following week and then another in the middle of next month which isn't too far away. The level of stress is certainly escalating and ascending increasingly as I think about it now. There're too many thoughts in my mind now for me to even begin thinking about what's going to happen in the next day or so.
I don't want to think anymore. I want a Krispy Kreme. Like now. Now. When you can't think anymore when you've just had cat food for lunch reach for a sugary treat. Wish me luck.
