Hey guys! Here's a novel idea, Jackson posting when he actually should!So uh, Magret Thatacher passed away. Not going to lie I don't know the first thing about Magret Thatcher. So I was a bit surprised when everyone has just gone up in arms and started attacking/defending her. Since when does that happen? When someone famous dies, people being having two sides as to whether her legacy to the world was a good or bad one.
Magret Thatcher will probably be talked about more in the first 20 days of her after-life, thn the last 20 days of her actual life.
Back at University again. Not going to lie, missed a bit of the discipline that comes with the timetable and when you need to study. Wednesday is always a bit intense for me; I wake up at 7 and get home at 7.
I know, hard life man.
Here's another novel, drafting a post on a train on your way home. I can't believe after all these years blogging I haven't done this before.
Coming home, I'm usually at the train station by 6:30ish and I have to wait for a train out at Richmond. When you do it every week, you can see how the sun sets later and later or lately, earlier and earlier.
Then there's those magical few weeks where, the you get there just on the right time, when the sun is just going down behind the city and the coulours are those really dep red orange and yellows.
Then everyone whips out their camera phones and tries to take a photo of it, thinking that its something special.
Even though the sun sets every night and rises every morning.
I guess for some it is something special. When we're forced to wait for a train after a long day, we tend to notice things that is there everyday.
A bit sad on our part? Yeah, I think so.
~Noskcaj
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