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Langton Close is driving us out during the summer supposedly for construction reasons. Today just learned that the student residence office has kindly offered me a place at James Lighthill House. Not too bad for an alternative choice actually--near British Library and in between King's Cross and Angel tube stations. (Means I can study and go to the movies whenever I like maybe?) Hum, fantasising about future stylish postgrad student ghetto... Should I win the lottery, these shall be in my basket: IKEA air, mac-london leather sofa, bookshelves, and definitely plants.
Back to reality. I really don't mind packing and sorting out the junk in my room, but thinking that I have to ask HY for help just because he happens to own a car, urgh! And all the feminist issues and principles I've brought up all this time claiming how independent and capable I am... Humpf, aren't you so proud? Guess I could rent a car for a day or take a cab, which would cost me some bucks and save my dignity. Listen up, I still am.