But luckily, Tom had a birthday, giving me an excuse to leave my room and interact with society for a few hours this weekend.
Sunday 20 March 2011
This is me, interacting
Of late my life has consisted 97% of revising in my room wearing all my jumpers and avoiding direct sunlight. The other 3% is split between ingesting caffein and eating cake. So to everyone who has been checking my blog daily just hoping I would grace the internet with another awkward story of adventure (this would be my mum), I apologize. Being ill has put me far behind in my course work, and with finals just around the corner I am beyond panicked.
But luckily, Tom had a birthday, giving me an excuse to leave my room and interact with society for a few hours this weekend.
But luckily, Tom had a birthday, giving me an excuse to leave my room and interact with society for a few hours this weekend.
Friday 18 March 2011
Monday 7 March 2011
SOUP
It has recently come to my attention that the miller serves soup. How have I lived across the street from such a place for so many months and not known this?
All better!
In celebration of being completely better and off my antibiotics, I took myself shopping. This way I could fully appreciate standing up for extended periods of time and being outside. It feels like forever since I've just wondered around the city with my headphones, and it was amazing to be out in the almost-warm sunny weather. I am feeling like a real person again, and am so happy to be in London for the spring.
Since most my friends here are boys, and none of them are particularly willing to watch me prance around modeling my new clothes (an essential part of the shopping process) and since I am pretty sure my mum is the only one who reads this blog, I have pranced around in front of my computer, so you (mum) can ooo and ahhh at my pretty new dress instead.
Since most my friends here are boys, and none of them are particularly willing to watch me prance around modeling my new clothes (an essential part of the shopping process) and since I am pretty sure my mum is the only one who reads this blog, I have pranced around in front of my computer, so you (mum) can ooo and ahhh at my pretty new dress instead.
Tuesday 1 March 2011
Mitchell
To deal with the fact that I live alone in a tiny flat I decided to buy a cactus, which Dave has helped me name Mitchell.
The thing about a cactus is that it only needs to be watered once a month so 96% of the time I have to resist the urge to be nurturing and feel useless. Plus I recently remembered that one the way desert plants deal with a lack of water is by not opening their stoma for gas exchange very often, meaning the ten minutes I spend trying to donate carbon dioxide like a good cactus mum is just ten minutes of me talking to a cactus for no apparent reason. Still, I love my Mitchell and I love having something to come home to and to sit quietly with me while I memorize protein signaling cascades.
The thing about a cactus is that it only needs to be watered once a month so 96% of the time I have to resist the urge to be nurturing and feel useless. Plus I recently remembered that one the way desert plants deal with a lack of water is by not opening their stoma for gas exchange very often, meaning the ten minutes I spend trying to donate carbon dioxide like a good cactus mum is just ten minutes of me talking to a cactus for no apparent reason. Still, I love my Mitchell and I love having something to come home to and to sit quietly with me while I memorize protein signaling cascades.
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