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I am disappointed with the British education system. It is, as they would say, RUBBISH. I had a professor tell me today that I was WRONG for spelling things the way every American does. Not just different; WRONG. What a moron. We must learn to embrace these differences. I walked out of his office more ready to come home than I've been all semester.
It's been raining here off and on all day...with this deceptive sunshine that makes me think of Kelby that August before I left for UK. He even sent me a text once about a year ago and said that he'd seen sunshine through rain and thought of me. I miss that boy.
So, it looks like I'm stuck here in front of this computer...lost in Microsoft-land while I'm longing for Mac-ville. I've got to finish this Fairy Tale essay today and get started on another one very soon. I can't wait to be on the beach in Italy. What joy.
Andrea wrote me the other day and told me that we're getting a house in the Tates Creek area...her parents are actually buying it so there will be no more walking to and from campus.
Someone is listening to Coldplay with their window open in my dorm and the sound is echoing across the courtyard. I used to like Coldplay, and now they just are so overplayed and yucky that I want to throw my CD out the window. I've been listening to The Sundays lately...they've got good music for the way I've been feeling.
I leave you with a quotation from Empire Records...
"What makes you think that?" - Joe
"Who knows where thoughts come from? They just appear!" - Lucas
BTW, good luck to Ella who is getting her tongue pierced today. I'll get you some strawberry ice cream!