i should stop paying rent

i really want to go club soon. i miss shouting at the top of my voice to be heard, laughing at my cousins' funny antics, the loud, loud throbbing music and the high i get out of it. maxing out the volume on my laptop just doesn't achieve the same effect.

i want to dance. there's something surreal and relaxing about dancing your night away, with no care for tomorrow. beat after beat, song after song, your limbs in limbo. club nights are almost every weekday here -- i am sorely tempted. it's just the part about going out in an unwieldy trench coat, and having to hold it throughout the hours on the dance floor that can be irritating. i haven't yet decided to sacrifice comfort for fashion and walk around in just clubbing attire when it's 10 degrees outside.

and of course there's school tomorrow. though i've been sleeping at unearthly hours lately in tim and zk's rooms, it hardly matters. (also why i should stop paying rent =P)

maybe i should start small, try every club in oxford first before i progress to london, and the ministry of sound.

i realise i'm a city girl at heart. a month in oxford and i feel claustrophobic, my sanity restored only by a trip to london. i've also been tempted to shop and spend money flagrantly lately. it's the freedom i suppose. and the stress. i really should find a saner way, aside from shopping and clubbing, to destress!

maybe the gym will help. or as a last resort actually reading hodges and doing my logic homework. =D