Billets! Epistles! Post!

The title of this post was stolen from a Foxtrot Comic- I've all the large compilation books of those, and I've taken to the idea of having books in that form more often. It's just a lot more satisfying to read that way. (I've now omnibuses' of Archie Comics, the Cardcaptor Series, and Sherlock Holmes- incredibly satisfying.)

On the right is a rare creature- well it's my face. And since I hardly ever post anything with my face in it I thought perhaps an obligatory selfie would help those who read this (if any) who really have no idea who I am. Hello there!

Recently I've been caught up in a whirlwind of self-generated troubles- the kind of spiral I manage to lock myself in and slowly worry myself into deep levels of oblivion. Universities are extremely taxing- in the sense that I'm constantly worried no one will want me. It's a real "NOTICE ME SENPAI" Situation, except the Senpai is the university and unless your looks are like on point all day, there's not much noticing that you can manage. Did I mention your looks had to be on point for two years? Yes, stressful. Especially if you fall into the band of mediocre students like myself that didn't score enough to wow, and yet didn't do poorly enough to be feeling like they're stuck in a warp hole to nowheresville. So many people are in my point band, it's quite tense as to who will get the spot. I literally have to hope that no one wants the course I want (but yes, who are we kidding here.)

Recently I've been amusing myself with books- rather I've been attempting to get lost in them. The only problem being that I read such strange books, they rarely involve a story at all- there's really not much to get lost in. I've been reading a lot of books that answer my need to learn more about the most useless things- like why I cannot tell a husky to Mush, or how Genghis Khan died from a Nose Bleed. Or like how I'm now inclined to believe that the egg came before the chicken, and how prostitutes are a little like department store Santa's. (Thank you for absolutely nothing, Superfreakanomics, for things that I really didn't know had a correlation.) The last piece of fiction I read was The Girl who Saved the King of Sweden- which was a really great book.

The joy in life at the moment has to be the amount of free time I have- the amount of leisure moments I have to just take life at it's own pace is remarkable and thoroughly enjoyable. I do miss having things to do, so I'm probably going to head back into working when I'm back from an impromptu trip overseas- if you follow me on instagram, you'll find out where on the day itself. (But I'm not going to blab about it here. I'll do that when I'm home.)

Small updates on my daily (or however else I could potentially put it) life are all I can offer up- I must admit that because of the little I have had to do, there's been little frustration or actual things to churn my thoughts. What I have realized, is that I desire the opportunities to see the world at my own pace and leisure- not that I don't enjoy travelling with my parents anymore, but being babied and restricted is something I wish they would make a thing of the past when I am overseas- I desire strongly to go back to Tokyo, and London- to make time my companion rather than my master, and to experience these places openly again.

xx