Trying to summon the strength to go to the gym before my last lecture of 2013. I’m missing Wednesday’s evening lecture due to the Goldsmiths Design ball, followed by SU Clubbing in my Tux. Gonna be fun.
Okay. I’m leaving my bed for the cold windy road to the gym NOW.
Siana came up to visit on Friday. We hit the Natural History Museum, which is always fun. Haven’t been there since 2005, so the huge dinosaur in the main hall seemed much smaller than I remember it. Still pretty big though…
Because that museum is in Kensington there was a Lamborghini showroom nearby. Definitely spent a few minutes drooling at them through the window. We went had Chinese in Chinatown. Buffet - only way to go.
We did mulled wine on the southbank after a stroll through central. Mulled wine, lovely then squire. Then totally had drink up the OXO tower bar. Not a bad view. Fucking expensive of course.
Yesterday I hit TX Maxx with my housemates, they bought dresses for the Goldsmiths Design ball on Wednesday, I needed a new shirt and belt. I also replaced my useless impractical wallet. After that a girl from my housemate Zoe’s course came round with her friend. They were loud. We kept my other housemate Dom up very late, poor wee lamb. But Saturday night, yo.
Last night me and my housemate Catherine made plans to head into central and cycle round hyde park or something. Obviously, because we made these plans at 4:30am we didn’t wake up early enough to make it into town before dark. But we headed in, and hit the National Gallery cause we’re cultured motherfuckers. Saw some Rembrandt, saw Sunflowers by van Gogh. Saw loads of renaissance portraits and some Dutch masters. Lovely.
Then we got hungry. Went to Pizza Hut. It was obviously fantastic. Haven’t been to the hut in aages. Still got some left in the fridge too - win.
After that we headed to this bar that I read about online. This place was fancy as fuck. I thought the OXO tower bar was posh. Although the drinks prices were similar this place was even cooler. It was the ME Hotel on the strand, and the bar is on the roof like 12 floors up. There was a bouncer at the lift, with a black velvet rope, he barely let us in, as we didnt have a reservation or formal dress, and when he did he had to use his card to access the rooftop floor in the lift. The views from the top were incredible. I might post a picture or two. You could see EVERYTHING. It was mad.
Then we came home, and now I’m in bed writing an essay on Tumblr about going to rooftop bars in London and living a life I can’t afford.
Things I want but can’t find;
To be honest, I have most of the things I want because I’m really bad with money. I spent £35 in TK Maxx yesterday on a shirt, belt and wallet and then got home and spent £45 on amazon for presents for people. Thank fuck I have an overdraft because I have a trip to Amsterdam on SATURDAY which despite our efforts will cost some money….