Maybe somewhere down the road aways, you’ll think of me and wonder where I am these days.

My kind, loving father and my most trusted friend passed away on Thursday. There are so many questions running back and forth through my head that I wish he could answer, so many words that I wish I could say to him. I miss him so much. So many memories have come flooding back since Thursday that I wish I could share with him. The house has been full of laughter as well as tears, remembering the way he could diffuse any tense situation with a few words strung together with hilarious results. We’ve been playing all his favourite songs, singing along. We’ve been staying up all night, talking and talking.

People have been so unbelievably kind. An Indonesian family friend insisted upon coming over on Friday. He brought us enough food to last a few days (delicious food, I might add), saying he assumed none of us had eaten or slept properly (we hadn’t). My dad showed such kindness to so many people. Now he has passed away, his kindness is rebounding upon us in the most unexpected ways. I only hope that I can achieve half of what he did, and I am reaffirmed in my ambition to fight for those who don’t have enough and to do my best to be kind to people no matter what circumstances I’m in. I just have to stay in this coccoon for a while and get ready.

All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey.

It’s so difficult to get back into the swing of studying. After a summer of almost total slothfulness (bar the small amount of reading I nudged myself into), my brain is feeling pretty lazy.

Travelling home every weekend is pretty hard. It’s not so much leaving London which is a struggle; it’s more to do with having to leave home every Sunday evening. I thought I would feel quite deprived, not going to any SOAS parties, but it’s been quite good really. I think I was beginning to face the fact at the end of last year that they’re not my cup of tea right now anyway.

Being mistaken for a student at work is getting tedious. When I’m not mistaken for a student I get really sarcastic comments like ‘Oh well I guess you can learn too while you’re here’ or ‘Oh, maybe you could get, like, a certificate in Politics at the end of the year’. Because, you know, I’ll need a certificate in Politics next year when I’ll have my degree in Politics *headdesk* I thought being spoken down to like that would dramatically decrease when I left retail, but alas no. Other students don’t realise how difficult it is to deal with a student who regularly goes into manic episodes or with a student who is hearing impaired, so I look like some lazy person getting paid to sit in on their lessons.

I’m going to try to get some reading done tonight and tomorrow morning. I’d rather kick myself in the teeth, but it’s got to be done. Bleurrgghh.

Miss Mary Mac, Mac, Mac, all dressed in black, black, black!

I got a black MacBook. It’s so adorable. I have had quite some fun with Photo Booth.

I had an amazing time last weekend. One of my friends was trying to forget about his birthday so one of my girlfriends from school and I threw him a mini party at her house (very mini, it was only the three of us…and the High School Musical soundtrack…).

I’m afraid that is all. I have a morning of cleaning ahead of me. Yes, me and these guys are best buds.