Much Farther To Go

So, this is megs and I our first weekend here. I remember most of that day, how I was still getting used to blistered feet, being proud of ourselves because we didn’t need a tour to tell us where the hoe and barbican were, we’d already discovered them on our own. Somewhere in this semester, we forgot about getting ahead, and now I feel terribly, terribly behind. And without a chance to make it right. The coursework will be fine. I will be writing three papers in this next week. In addition to a discussion and test, but really, I’m just fucked. Anyway, looking back at pictures makes me wish I could kind of go back and do it over. NO, not differently, except maybe for the homework part. I didn’t know what I had then. And I know I’m going to look back at this very moment and say the same.

Back on the subject of music, I’ve found a ton since getting here, I’m really going to miss radio one. I know I can listen to it online, but I don’t think I’m going to want to get up at ungodly hours just to listen to the Chris Moyles show live. That being said, for the first, oh say…two months here, the six hour time difference was really disorienting. Deciding when people should call, when they’d finally respond to emails, etc, really felt like it shortened the day. Getting back will be a little different, it’ll be strange to picture my friends out for the night when it’s only midday where I am. ANYWAY, music. It’s all love songs. I don’t know why. It doesn’t bother me until I start to realize that everyone’s talking about how hurt they’ve been, how bad things have happened to them, boo freaking hoo. Liars. What about those times that they’ve done the hurting? No possible way have they been the victim in every relationship they’ve been in. I’d like to hear a song about how they’ve hurt someone else. But then they might have to say they’re sorry, and they may not be. Good point, why would they write about someone they don’t care about? Ah, us victims. I guess we just as well may go on and write sad hurt songs of our own…