Tired of trying to be a supersophisticate( is that how you spell it)
looking forward to a temporary return to hicksville
where escalators are still novel....
and a good night out isnt a posh dinner with loads of wine, and the mandatory intellectual conversation about something that none of us know more than a smattering about
where everyone is polite....too polite sometimes, so no one knows what they really think and feel
i know that we need these conventions in a polite society
but maybe sometimes we should cut through it all
and really say what we think to people
i am not honest with myself enough
if i do soemthing which isnt ideal, i try to gloss over my motives to myself...which isnt nice
maybe if i deserve scorn, i shouldnt hide from it

Todays dream of the day
get done with med school
and go to stanford for a phd
those of you that wish to contribute to this cause:-)

If pillows fall on the floor
he hijacks them 

My Baby
he has to go to bed with that one doormat outside my parents room
if they are late in getting to bed, he opens the door himself
and goes to sleep:-) 

Something was obviously funny 

Duckie Babies that we fed 

View from above 

For some reason
though i would hang off a rope in the middle of the river 

Nish and Baker
Married bliss 

Nish and Laura punting 

At Magdalen formal hall 

Nish and Nomo punting,
again
you didnt have any work this term did you? 

Nish punting
we were on a boat drinking pimms in the sunshine
feeding the ducks
this is what i hoped oxford would be about 

We went to dinner at Christ church formal hall
this is us, you have to dress up to these things 

I fear the future
it terrifies me
more than anything else in the world