Tragically I'm not brave enough to broach the subject of a hamster with my very houseproud flatmates, so I'm consoling myself by pestering my cousin Anna's new pet Hamlet. He's so cute and pointless! He has no tail and basically no legs and all he does is eat and roll around the floor in a lime green plastic hamster ball. He's the coolest thing alive. Back home, we're growing a bulb of purple organic garlic on our front porch. This is taking a surprising amount of effort and passion, and I think its about as close to a pet as we're going to get.
In between bouts of aggressive Hamster fondling I am in the process of being fired from my job at the cupcake store. I went out for a drink with the Polish managers, who are both girls about my age who work like slaves and speak very little English, and I admitted my extreme hatred for the owner of the store (the sleaziest, angriest man alive) without realizing that one of the girls is involved with him. Whoops. Also, I keep eating the icing off the cupcakes because I get so hungry after nine hours without a break, and I've started giving away cakes for free to any customer who looks a bit broke or has a nice face. Clearly, I'm not top employee material.
School is going well, I haven't offended any royalty yet and I made it all the way through the single page of recommended reading they gave us last week. I'm only there two days a week at the moment so in between I've been hanging out with way too many visiting Australians, getting lost on epic bike rides around the city, and spending all my money at the British Film Institute or this amazing bar/art space called Shunt that I discovered in the tunnels under London Bridge. Its vast and dark with strange light installations and different theatre and music performances every night, and you can literally become lost wandering in old pitch dark train tunnels before suddenly you come across a pinball machine or a stuffed shark hanging from the ceiling or a crazy film being projected or a cluster of comfy chairs around a bar.
Tragically I'm not brave enough to broach the subject of a hamster with my very houseproud flatmates, so I'm consoling myself by pestering my cousin Anna's new pet Hamlet. He's so cute and pointless! He has no tail and basically no legs and all he does is eat and roll around the floor in a lime green plastic hamster ball. He's the coolest thing alive. Back home, we're growing a bulb of purple organic garlic on our front porch. This is taking a surprising amount of effort and passion, and I think its about as close to a pet as we're going to get.
In between bouts of aggressive Hamster fondling I am in the process of being fired from my job at the cupcake store. I went out for a drink with the Polish managers, who are both girls about my age who work like slaves and speak very little English, and I admitted my extreme hatred for the owner of the store (the sleaziest, angriest man alive) without realizing that one of the girls is involved with him. Whoops. Also, I keep eating the icing off the cupcakes because I get so hungry after nine hours without a break, and I've started giving away cakes for free to any customer who looks a bit broke or has a nice face. Clearly, I'm not top employee material.
School is going well, I haven't offended any royalty yet and I made it all the way through the single page of recommended reading they gave us last week. I'm only there two days a week at the moment so in between I've been hanging out with way too many visiting Australians, getting lost on epic bike rides around the city, and spending all my money at the British Film Institute or this amazing bar/art space called Shunt that I discovered in the tunnels under London Bridge. Its vast and dark with strange light installations and different theatre and music performances every night, and you can literally become lost wandering in old pitch dark train tunnels before suddenly you come across a pinball machine or a stuffed shark hanging from the ceiling or a crazy film being projected or a cluster of comfy chairs around a bar.
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