In other news, I'm home after an uncommonly pleasant bus ride. I woke up at sixish, with far more ease than almost everyone else in the school, mostly due to the fact that I hadn't gone to a midnight-ish showing of Harry Potter the night before (I passed most of my birthday evening wandering about outside and looking in at the boys' windows - there is some frightful pornography to be seen on those walls). Anyway, I came outside for breakfast and there was a thin layer of snow on the ground and more falling. It was absolutely magical, and even in the groggy, cold, flip flop-clad state I was in I was delighted. Boarding the buses was fun - I was the last on - and I found the usual company for my route enhanced by an addition with whom I listened to several issues (is that the right term for a podcast?) of The Bugle before dozing on the shoulder of a lovely boy whose taste in music rivals those of even my friends here. He approved of the above video. All through this is was snowing rather thickly and the bus was cold, but when I woke up we were 'south' and it was ridiculously sunny again.
I'll skip the part where I drag my father underwear shopping and go right to the food. I swear, my next post will be nothing but pictures of what I'm eating. I have been reduced to tears by real food that I didn't cook. Last night, we had greens and Brussels sprouts with ginger and roast chicken and parsnips and garlic and potatoes and beets and carrots. It's not the meat that I really miss, oddly enough - I could go vegetarian after having been at school this long - but it was all gorgeous. I made fairy cakes, but went to bed before dessert. Five weeks without a break is too long, though I don't imagine the scotch and soda helped. In any case, I was out at seven-thirty, back up at nine and then asleep for the next twelve hours. Then to a friend's house for a stunning breakfast of eggs, sausage and biscuits, and home with some other friends to make two cakes - count 'em - watch Torchwood and eat roast lamb with rice and lentils and open a few birthday presents. I'm going to school tomorrow, just to hang out in the art room and catch up with whomever is cool enough to drift in there, so I've got to go to bed now. Studying for finals starts tomorrow. Just remind me.
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