sunshine rays and honeybees.

Is it just me or is life so much easier in upper division courses?

And, lately, all I can think about is going to Stratford. Britain. Briton. Britania. England. United Kingdom. The UK. Lovely.

I want to sit on a park bench with my close friends, eat cheese and a loaf of fresh bread, and laugh about the ducks circling the ripples in the water. And I don't even like cheese. Or ducks really. Eh, they're okay.

Then, after class and the theater performances and studying or whatever the fuck, I want to go have a drink here:


Yeah, except on a budget. I just know that I need a plane ticket out of America for a while.