Re-lax

I go back to uni next week, which means I return to a stultifying routine and and a soulless black building full of psychopathic law students. They appear normal on the outside; on the inside they are a complex web of obsessive perfectionism and megalomania. Law school is quite an unnatural place, really. The brightest minds in the country all segregated in one building, each possessing standard accessories: a Macbook, a giant latte and sort of deadened look that says "I don't have time to sleep". There is just so much competitiveness, such tenacity in the quest for the top! You practically need to have jungle-animal skills to succeed. I once spent an entire afternoon waiting for a particular book in the reserve section of the library that I desperately required for an assignment to be returned so that I could immediately borrow it. Literally, I had to pounce on the girl who had brought it back after the two hour period was over. If I was wearing leopard print I would have looked like an actual cat.

And the scary part is that you observe and criticise bizarre law-school rituals and practices and honestly believe that you are dissociated from the whole culture, only to come to the terrifying realisation that in fact, you're one of them.

So before I head back into all of this chaos, it's time to relax. I have this one Ovid quote written down in my moleskine diary because I need to remind myself of this: 

Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop

My recipe for relaxation is to sit in the sun, do some yoga, do some exercise, read lots and drink lots of tea. I would also say lots and lots of kissing, but I'm single now and sadly that's not an option. Times are tough for the heartbroken.