My Very Own Studio!

Weird-looking panorama:

The floor:

I Live in London Now

It's just hit me. We moved in on Thursday from Sheffield (2.5 hour drive north of here) and I've had to run back and forth to my school with paperwork AND we've had loads of things that need to be fixed in the apartment and since Lizzie already started her job, I've been taking care of most of that (although she drafted the scathing email that got the letting agent to actually send a repairman around today). AND I had a job interview today with a tutoring company and had to go on the tube by myself for the first time and I had to change trains three times to get there. 

Uxbridge (where we live) is the furthest point west on the tube, but it's still London and as I sat on the train whizzing past giant houses on excellent public transportation that I can access literally around the corner from where I live, I felt so excited. I was not excited when it was London's fault that we pay £750/mo. to live in a flat above Poundland but our income is also weighted because of our proximity to the capital. 

And just to say, "Welcome to London," a man in a car sexually harassed me on the street right after my job interview. (Don't worry. I quickly caught up with some people at a crosswalk and got on the phone until I was back at the tube station and was ok.)

Oh, London. What the hell. 

Tuesday's Sorted

Everything is packed, I've eaten breakfast, and the van doesn't come until tomorrow.

What's that? The first RPG I ever played is available for free download?

http://www.elderscrolls.com/daggerfall/

Women Laughing Alone with Salad

Have to pack a bunch of shit all day to move soon? Leave on some Youtube and enjoy laughing with the faint glimmer of rage in your eyes:

[ Sarah Haskins' Target Women ].

Oh, patriarchy! You're as stubborn and pervasive as grass stains!

Bonfire Night with the Popes

The cake on the left is called parkin and it TASTES LIKE BONFIRE. I think it's just a Yorkshire thing. We've got some fried onions and "baps" (buns) for sausages. Also FIREWORKS!

It's traditional to eat warm stuff that you can hold because you're normally outside watching the fireworks. Here we have a cup of soup, a sausage in a bun, and a "jacket potato" (baked potato).

And here's a tiny video of Lizzie and her family playing with sparklers:

Yay. ^_^

I got the job!!!!!

Woo!

P.S. I don't have pink eye. We've been packing and moving things around in the loft and apparently I'm allergic to dust now.