My fingers and my head...

I've been wanting to align my fingers with my mind lately and it has been impossible. Since I arrive to the island my fingers don't answer to my brain and sometimes they become independent from the rest of the body. I HATE THE CURRENT CRISIS! I HATE OBAMA'S NOBEL PRICE, I HATE TYPING CRITICS AND NOT BEEN ABLE TO DO SOMETHING TO FIX THE PROBLEM. woooho ho hooo! That was an example of how my brain and my fingers have their own personality. But this is not why I write today, I write because I miss my student life in the UK and maybe I don't want to admitted. WHAT I REALLY MISS IS BEEN ABLE TO DO WHATEVER I WANT AND NO BODY MESSING WITH ME. Sorry, again my fingers got disconnected. I miss Chris, I miss the principe, I miss my crazy swiss flatmate, I miss the pints, the sunday roast, the fish and chips; WEIRD, NO? I though I would've never said that!
I think thats one of the reasons that can explain the rupture of my brain and my fingers... They just don't want to do what my head says because my head is somewhere else...