milo 3-in-1!

I'd like to think that I'm rather zen when I'm on my own. Long queues don't faze me, I shrug off racial slurs and weird looks in my direction, I hold pleasant and non-intrusive conversations with people manning cash registers, I don't mind walking everywhere. Or maybe it's just the cold. It's when I'm with other people that I get reactionary and start getting offended/pissed off/impatient, and I wonder if that's indicative of something else going on underneath the surface...

In any case, I didn't bat an eyelid today when I discovered that I had a 17kg parcel waiting for me at the porter's lodge. Even after an exhausting day consisting of nonstop reading and two intensive seminars back to back (and having a button pop off my coat after I bent down to retrieve my dropped keycard, leaving me walking around campus with a half-buttoned coat), I merrily went down with an empty suitcase so that I could drag it up two flights of stairs. Amongst the extra shirts, sauce packets, instant milo and random supplies, was a Buddhist themed poster from my parents. Source of zen? Maybe. I really wouldn't know. Maybe it's the bracing cold.

I often tell people that after reading and dealing with such intense and cheem stuff at school, I have to switch to low forms of art in order to let my brain rest. Which is technically true *coughBOYBANDScough*, because that's my main reason for watching chick flicks and randomly flipping TV channels.

I don't have a TV here, but I do have drunk flatmates to poke. It's becoming really predictable. They go out to The Charles, come back around 11.30, and I go out and chat with them for an hour or so while they're pleasantly buzzed and very, very silly. It makes for very cheap and good entertainment.