When two girls are left to their own devices, pt. II.

+ portobello road, lunch at 202, cupcakes at hummingbird, a lush movie going experience.

+ hampstead heath, book buying, sweets from paul.

+ broadway market, bratwurst, custard tarts, coffee, cats.

+ lazy breakfasts. always.

When two girls are left to their own devices, pt. I.

Two faves combined, oh dear.

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The sounds of 2am.

What i hear:

- a group singing happy birthday, a round of he's a jolly good fellow.

- my watch ticking across the room.

- a steady stream of cars.

- birds chirping (why why why it's not time yet birds).

- my typing, the hum of a computer fan.

In Hindsight.

As a friend got into the Courtauld today, coupled with going to my last lecture tonight with my professor, i realized i never quite got time to revel in the fact that i was accepted to such an amazing place. It all happened in a whirlwind, completely surrounded by the haze that accompanied knocking out my teeth last february. There wasn't time to jump up and down in excitement and run around the house in a frenzy. Instead i was in a novocaine daze on the couch, completely exhausted, pack of ice on my face. The second of three terms is about to come to an end, the grand finale an exam that is impossible to prepare for. So much has happened these first five months, new places, new people, new everything. One more term to go, a dissertation to write, big decisions to be made. It really has been incredible.

Yes Please.

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What the weekend looked like.

Lazy breakfasts, grey skies walks, flower markets and new places.

Things fall into place.

Sometimes a day starts out so unassuming and then turns into the most ridiculous day of your life. Thursday went something like this. Class for two and a half hours: presentations on lesser known French painters from the 19th century. Lunch with a friend i haven't seen in ages that happens to be in London. Expedition to scary oxford high street to buy stacks of favorite books and cozy shirts that feel like old friends. A chance decision to go into the British Museum, because when you're passing it with time to kill and with someone else who is spontaneous, why not? A trek to Fulham, a walk through the park with beer and cider, being stopped by park police who take their gloves off to shake your hand. Fulham game and they WIN! Traditions post-game: pints at the pub, fish and chips and battered sausage. And then back home.

Today.

I think sometimes it's important to document what you looked like a specific day. Especially if you're always the one documenting other people's lives, meaning, you're always behind the lens. And also if you need to ask last minute opinions from friends you wish were there listening to Jay-Z, drinking beers with you while you got ready. This is today.