Last night was freezing. Really. Zero.
I slept in two pairs of sweat pants, two pairs of socks (one of which was the cow socks Mum gave me for Christmas), two sweatshirt with both hoods up and tied, and the sheet that came with the bedding I got yesterday. I woke up around 3 and pulled all the coats out of my closet, piling them on top of myself like the Mother in Angela's Ashes- not to compare my adversity to theirs by any means- I had four walls around me, knew where breakfast was coming from and had fallen asleep listening to Harry Potter being read aloud on iTunes- my point was I was cold and a little bitter I hadn't picked up a comforter. So that's on the agenda today.
Bought my Oyster pass late last night, walked Oxford Circus for all of 30 seconds before I turned right around and got back on the tube realizing I was dead tired. On the way home I had a conversation with a pleasant inebriated gentleman who was eager to discuss how underrated the harmonica is.
Now I'm of to...to wander, I suppose. Orientation begins tomorrow, Enrollment was this morning, and the rest of the day is for all I mentioned in the last post, dojo, Thames, maybe soccer. Food first though. Didn't do the breakfast thing yet.
Oh! Here's this:
Mollie Birney
1D
Chesterman House
334 New Cross Road
New Cross
London
SE14 6AG
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Roger that on the snailmail.. look for something in the post once I purchase a few ingredients (Jif, chocochips, kano...). ask Kate about this dish if you just can't wait.
Don't ferget m'toberlonez!
There's heat. It's BRITISH heat. It's wet. Y'know, like the British.
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