Yesterday my parents and i went to Willow Bend mall close to our old neighbourhood, and i went home with a new pair of Dolce & Gabbana glasses. It’s taken me about two weeks to find a pair that i adored, and these are it.

im ridiculously happy i’ve moved. yes ill miss marylebone, but no i wont miss living in a freaking dungeon. my flat now is much smaller, but it reminds me of the flat me and my father shared in Dublin. clean and new! even smells the same in the hallway.. weird much?

but seriously, bigger fridge, nice microwave, big bathroom which is clean and doesn’t stay moist for hours on end, and a fold away bed for storage and more space! yes it’s smaller but it’s only me living there.. i’m not that big! although i think i need a step ladder for the closet and kitchen.. im wee midgety aren’t i?

getting up ridiculously early tomorrow to drive to Ikea and get the last bits, then returning the car in marble arch… damn it gonna have to get public transport again.. not excited. love having a car.. feels so FREE!

tomorrows the big day… all my stuff is packed (for the most part ) and simon’s coming with me to pick up the rental car tomorrow morning at 830. worked out that it was easiest that way, and cheapest! a moving company wanted to charge students 60 pounds an hour.. really?!

anyways im saying goodbye to Marylebone and hello to Camden!

so simon picked up my iphone 3gs yesterday and he’s been using it, so apparently it works. but i’m not trying to get my hopes up until i’ve sorted it all out..

but if it does i may be the happiest girl in the world, and want to thank the guy who worked 5 days on fixing it…!

done. finished. finito. färdig. it’s finally fucking over. the elation and happiness running through my veins is intense. wish somebody could be with me to celebrate the fact that i did it. i made it through this year. i’ve made it yet again. i’ve finished. granted i may not pass but who the fuck cares? i’m done. i never have to set foot on london metropolitan university campus ever again if i don’t want to. I’m no longer forced to deal with the nonsense they call an education. it’s ridiculous, but i feel like jumping up and down and cry and just sit here and smile to myself, because no matter how shit or how horrible this year has been it doesn’t matter anymore. i’m done. next year i get to start over. new university. new people, new friends. new subject. new place to live. yet the same amazing city. so fuck you london met and all the shit you brought with you cause i’m over you!