Art Room, What Art Room?

Oh what a fine day is. Despite the ever stoic expressions being worn on peoples' faces as a knee-jerk response to the rain and the wind, I can't help but feel alive; the rain against my skin and the wind rushing through my hair. I'm not suggesting at all it gives me an adrenaline rush equal to bungee jumping but just physically feeling the elements draws me closer to nature.

I've been in the SOAS library art room (which  i only knew existed 2 minutes ago) studying with Rachael and I can immediately gauge the hostility of others to myself and her as we exchange notes like as if at high school and as i try to subtly, but unsuccessfully, peel apart a packet of Oreos.

Surprisingly, it isn't like a blast furnace today and my jeans are not sticking to the chair. There's the added bonus of also not sitting next to a 'on the large side' bloke who hasn't been introduced to the joys of Lynx. I tend to wonder whether odorous people get married but that's out of the realms for this blog.

4 more days separate me now from the end of the term. I can't believe this is it. 2 years effectively completed, with exams and practice tests waiting to greet countless others on the other side of Easter Break. I don't want to invoke the classic cliche of 'Where does the time go', I know we all feel somewhat displaced by knowledge of not applying our time in the best way now and then, but I don't feel there's a need for such a clinical treatment of time that is synonymous with having to be constantly productive. That would be TOTALLY UN-SOAS.

I must return to my work as the Draconian librarian hovering in and out of the art room is some what making me nervous that amounts to nothing less than 'YOU THERE, STOP PRACTICING FREE-SPEECH ON BLOGSPOT AND GET ON WITH YOUR WORK" to be belched from her ever-unkind mouth.

Congratulations to Nizam and Marya for their election to the SU. It's fair to say i'm tired of national politics being perpetually thread into the fabric of the SU.

NIZAMARAMAAAAAA. *ahem*