. The woman in the sweet shop off Leicester Square. I happened to be talking to my friend about going home and "going down. And by down I mean up" when she went "I do that aaall the time" which lead to us having a 10 minute coversation in which I learned she was from Durham, had a brother in Oldham, cousins in Burmingham, that she like Geordie accents and could understand when her parents talked in Hindi even though they thought she couldn't. And then having to apologise to the woman behind me seeing as I was holding up the queue and not even buying anything
. how colour coordinated the jelly beans were in said sweet shop
. my personal tutor. She ask me almost nothing about my course/how I was and we instead talked about the BNP, a good chocolate shop down the King's Road, the V&A, bad music and Vivienne Westwood. She is genuinly lovely
. the man I was following to London Bridge tube who looked very hard and gangsta but had a pink bag with a kitten on
. trying on a REAL Vivienne Westwood dress. OMG *WANTS*
. this (OK so it's not that quiet. Or at least, its not if you're me)
. post from my beautiful wifey. :D
. the fact that I am going home on Friday to see my family and all my friends who weren't clever enough to come to London :P
. my sister saying she'll make me ginger sponge the nght I get back
. my sister specifically requesting that I be there on her birthday
. buying music
. A&E by Goldfrapp
. the porter at my halls; "*looks at NUS card* You were pretty when you were young", "*mock ourage* How very dare you!", "*pauses* It's all the studying isn't it?" ... "You students! You buy all this stuff. You come here with nothing and then buy all this stuff and fill your rooms and then your parents come to pick you up at the end of the year and MOAN" ... *me collecting a parcel* "A present you say? Let me guess... for your boyfriend *makes underwear motions*", "No", "Oh... I'll try next time"
. the fact that I am going to the V&A tomorrow, my favoutire museum ever
. the idea of making my Libs tshirt when I get home
. the idea of doing ART when I get home
. the idea of meeting my friends when I get home
. home
[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]
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Everytime I read another article about how Blur are going to get back together the more I fear the inevitable collapse. I think it's quite an indictment on my life that I think I would give just about anything for them to get back together. Ah.
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