It is now 13 minutes past 5. In London. It's unbearably warm so of course I wore a very efficient wool jumper (violently whacking my head off of Hostel No.8's retro Multi-Game machine which I's using as a table). From Dublin to London again. In a new home called Bertie with a bakery on the corner of my street. Seeing as I'm embarking yet another year of college (or university as it's called over here) the need for a thought storage dump for my mind overflow seems appropriate and highly needed. This is the year that it starts to count. This year I predict a lot of furious typing and long nights of insomnia and narcolepsy.
This afternoon consisted of waking up violently by means of scary sounding doorbell @ 9. Crawled back up to bed. [The night before I went to a sticker party in Dalston. Double velvet clothing and free magazine action scenario] Rolling down to the kitchen where I spy my flatmate doing what she does best; staying absolutely still on the couch so when I pass her I don't even realise that she's there. Incognito even though she has acid green hair. Munched on a sandwich consisting of two sausages (sent over in a care package from Ministry Of Mother), garlic mayo, lettuce and olive oil. Sounds slightly nauseating but tasted fine. Began watching Cashback midway and subsequently got freaked out by the consistent nudity and Sainsburys setting. Ran out of the nudity living room to the confines of my bedroom where I continued where I left off watching Girl, Interrupted. Finished thinking only of scummy heroin needles. Spy my depressingly small collection of books (missing my bookshelf back in Dublin) and realise that it's heavy with Chuck Palahniuk. Remind myself that I need to buy 2001 novel Choke. Flip over to the hostel down the road which heavenly has internet, wifi and amazing ambience music. [Think Motown, Baby] Home called Bertie is in NO MANS LAND until Oct 6.
Tomorrow will be the beginning of the Magazine Project that will last only one semester (slightly sad and terrified at the same time). I will be spending the next week and a bit living more in No.8 Hostel than in my own rented home. Sounds promising.
Weather: Sunny and Heatwave appropriate.
Time: 17:54 or 5:54
Disposition: Feeling a bit Bibio
