God, I haven't heard this tune in a long while. *sings* All the ducks are swimming in the water. It cheers me right up, what with the constant whipping wind and cold tingle of water down your anorak. All though I'm only happy when it rains *grins*, I do love a little light here and there. Did you go out and jump in the puddles as I did? Hee hee, me socks are all soaked.
*scratches bum* Here I am completely satisfied. Quite a difference from last night where I felt crap thinking about the last five years. Five years of studying bloody business, a subject I hate with every moral and mental fibre of my being and yet I put up with it. I could argue my parents tricked me into accepting that major as my lot in life, but to tell the truth, it really was a compromise. I wanted to take English Lit and Russian History. They wanted a daughter with a computer science degree. Business was the only thing we could agree on. As I walked from my class dejectedly, a young man stopped me in the middle of the street and asked, 'Do you know what the definition of remorse is?' My foot stumbled, so startled was I. 'Yes,' I mumbled. 'What's it mean,' he asked. 'It's similar to regret,' I said, and walked on. Barely two steps later I caught myself and called over my shoulder, 'No, it's more than that. It implies guilt.' The man shouted and ran off to his waiting friends, 'I told you, it's like regret!'. That's when I realised I did not feel remorse. I felt regret, but not guilt. How stupid was I, to dwell on a chapter that will close in a few months?
Oh bloody hell, I think I've missed the bus.
Take care :)