"Happy Eater"

"Your first service in England and you’re in Westminster Abbey on Easter Sunday. You’re not doing too badly at all." 

This morning, I accompanied Thomas to the morning Eucharist. I’d never been inside Westminster Abbey before and certainly never put on my ‘Sunday best.’ It may not have been the emotional experience that some churches have been before, but it was certainly a new and exciting one. The Abbey looked oddly familiar, from having watched the wedding and it it definitely one of the most gorgeous and magnificent buildings I’ve ever been inside. It’s also a little eerie to think of all the famous bodies you’re ‘stepping over.’

Mid-way through the service, there was a thundering noise that echoed from the ceilings. And of course, it had to be rain. England is back. 

After the service, we walked through the dreariness to a pub on the Mall and settled down for a Sunday Pub Lunch. (which means I’ve officially crossed three things off my to-do list today!) We looked at our phones and Thomas had received a text that said "Happy Eater!" and gosh, it couldn’t have been more appropriate. 

After lunch, we decided to take the 91 home, because walking in my sort-of heels and the weather probably wasn’t the best idea. We chased the bus down Trafalgar Sqaure and Charing Cross and caught it at the stop, through the puddles and things and it was just one of those happy things.

Also, someone appears to have left an easter egg for Gandhi, which was amusing.

 

The day has been cold on the outside and warm on the inside and it isn’t even half over yet. KASIA’S BIRTHDAY. To be continued, but it should be eventful. 

Sequestered.

The word always reminds me of Gray and Elegy and in my mind it is followed automatically by ‘vales’ and I see picturesque pictures of picturesque valleys. 

However, the word does mean isolated. 

I wonder how my day is going to be tomorrow. I will be alone.

Wing and David have been gone far too long. Natalie and Sebastian have been gone almost as long. Angus has only been gone a week and won’t be back for 9 days more. Kasia just left for her birthday. Thomas has an auntie in town tomorrow and will be away all day. Megan is busy. 

I probably won’t bother going to brunch. Maybe not even to dinner. I will hopefully begin revision for exams besides French, rather than twiddle my thumbs and squander the day away on Star Trek. 

This is interesting, because I hadn’t before realised how much I look forward to interaction and how integral it seems to have become, in this hall life. Living in a flat is almost unimaginable at this point. 

The Monument.

a) Metal Giraffes. Stories of cranes, cities and competition. There are few things more memorable that whimsical brainstorming with a whimsical friend.
b) The Golden Fire. Christopher Wren. Built as a monument to the Great Fire. Restored. 61m. Topped by the golden fire.
c) Shell stairs. Round and round and round go the steps and my head and I can suddenly no longer keep track of my feet or my thoughts until I stop. Stop. Tired. Confused. Photograph.
d) The Shard. Tall buildings compete. I’m taller than you. Newer than you. Fancier than you. More expensive than you. I win. Yet people choose to take selfies from atop your balcony.

Friday was truly an extraordinary day. Not more ordinary, but more than ordinary. Afternoon of climbing, evening of tea, night of snacks and movies and all.
Much love for you both and the city.

I don’t actually hate LSE. In fact, I really like it. Campus, library, SU building vibe, penguins, elephants and all. I like the Wright’s Bar and the street-campus feel of it. I enjoy guest lectures, I even enjoy some of the regular reading and lectures I’ve heard dammit. I go to King’s College London and I do not hate the London School of Economics and Political Science.

Reading about the University of London makes me wonder why we have all this stupid rivalry anyway.

I mean, there’s a reason I applied.
It wasn’t to come and lord over each other for mascot and corpse and honour stealing. It was because there’s a bunch of really fantastic schools in this really fantastic city.

What is it with colleges and rivalries, really? Why does it matter who has the nicer library? (We do) Or who’s got the nicest campus and museum with dinosaur skeletons? (Totally UCL) Or who’s top of the social science rankings? (Okay LSE) Or who went where? (Gandhi, Tutu, JFK fine whatever) I WISH WE COULD ALL GET ALONG LIKE WE USED TO IN MIDDLE SCHOOL. I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy.

The Battle of Trafalgar.

There’s so much I could write about yesterday. International Pillow Fight Day at Trafalgar Square, it was. Pillows everywhere, top of the Square teeming with people are feathers and microfibre fluff. It was fantastic.

Some of the highlights were-

  • Getting into a duel with that one guy who wielded his pillow like it was a double-sided lightsaber, I swear, he was part-Sith Lord. 
  • Charging into battle from above the crowd, sitting on shoulders and getting fiercely attacked by everyone below and trying to fend them off.
  • The one-on-one with the other girl who was also sitting on someone’s shoulders. 
  • Defending the little kid from the adults and then having him whack me on the head and the adults saying, “I told you so.”
  • The middle-schooler who knocked my glasses off and got a picture and I saw him snapchatting it to people.
  • Battering Spiderman, after he bullied the kids.
  • The guy who said, “Oooh, you’re angry. I can see it in your eyes.”
  • All the pair-duels and moments of “OH don’t you dare! That’s my girlfriend, I’m going to defend her honour!” that were so reminiscent of Ron and “That’s my girlfriend, you numpty!”
  • And finally, attacking the three men in monkey onsies, absolutely going in for the kill and having one of them look at me in surprise after a while and scream, “IT’S A GIRL.” 

It was a truly satisfying day. In the maddest, London-est way possible. 

"Nothing is worse than an attempt to end with a glib statement (‘The overall effect of the Luxembourg compromise/the battle of Waterloo/the success of Snoop Dog, therefore, was that it showed to the World that the EEC/Prussia/Eminem was there to stay’) – better not to make one at all."

Dr Christoph Meyer, in one of KCL’s many essay writing guides.

(Source: aspiring-rainbow)

Home again.

So, I just sent in my reapplication form to live at Connaught again next year. I know I shouldn’t be nervous about it, because it’s more or less a done deal that I will be able to stay, but there’s still something slightly nerve-wracking about the process.

I can’t wait till next September, when I come home again.

I’m already looking forward to it. That’s probably slightly premature and abnormal, but hey whatever, I love this place and I just want exams to be over and the uncertainty of the summer to be gone.

God I’ve missed being out in this city. I will never get over how breathtakingly beautiful it is.

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT ONE OF MY DEADLINES IS A WEEK LATER THAN I THOUGHT AND NO, I DO NOT, IN FACT, HAVE FOUR ESSAYS DUE NEXT WEEK, I ONLY HAVE THREE AND THIS IS SO MUCH RELIEF, WHAT A LOAD OFF. I AM EXHILARATED. NOT GOING TO DIE. 

Had a fantastic morning at the Tavistock Sqaure for the Connaughlympics. This was rehearsal for the Egg and Spoon race (WHICH I THEN WON- GO FOURTH FLOOR!) 
London is being beautiful and sunny and pleasant and making me forget about all the deadlines that should be stressing me out.

Had a fantastic morning at the Tavistock Sqaure for the Connaughlympics. This was rehearsal for the Egg and Spoon race (WHICH I THEN WON- GO FOURTH FLOOR!)
London is being beautiful and sunny and pleasant and making me forget about all the deadlines that should be stressing me out.