Life, student style

Is it Tuesday or Friday? Or maybe even Monday? The blessing and curse of a student's life is never knowing what day of the week it is and that the weeks tend to blur into weekends of study and sometimes the weekends blur into unproductive weeks because everday feels like a Friday afternoon.

The later of these situations has been my life these past few days, as I desperately try to focus on revising and studying for my exams, but do so in vain because everyday feels like it is a lazy Friday afternoon. So, each day, in anticipation of the weekend I stroll through a park, eat ice cream or sit in a cafe.

Last night (a Tuesday, not a Friday, just for the record), I met the girls for a glass of wine in Soho. Our " quick break" from studying turned into a 4 hour chat session as we sat at the window of Balans, an open air bar, drinking a glass of wine and watching the crowd go by as it slowly turned from tourists, taking in London at night, to the dodgy night crowd of clubbers, trannys and other such interesting folk that roam the streets of Soho when the sun goes down.

So after arriving at 9pm to say hello, grab a drink, and then head back to my studies; it wasn't until 1am that someone happened to look at their watch and realize that we had left Tuesday behind, and any chance of doing more studying, and had entered into the early hours of Wednesday in the (finally) warm and pleasant London air.