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Vintage Wednesday (circa 2001)

Date sent: 27 January 2001
Subject: Update: the semi-pommie way!
Time in the UK: Fresh off the boat – only 27 days

Hello there South Africa-friend-type-person!

Well, I know my weekly update is late, but I've been fighting with technology. On Thursday night, I sat down and typed a masterpiece of a mail,a mail that Shakespeare would've bowed before and uttered the words "I am not worthy..." BUT the pc did some funked up thing and shut down, losing all my typed words and flushing the down the proverbial drain, otherwise known as the net... So its time for attempt no.2. Here it goes...

Today is actually, shock of shock, a beautiful one, its not raining, not snowing, no wind...and its not 'that' cold, only about 11 degress and the sun is shining, the squirrels are playing in the tress, the ducks are making their way down the Thames river... *sigh*...sounds like a scene from Mary poppins, well, almost...no crazy woman floating around in the sky with her umbrella -at least not yet.

Yesterday, I had no school, my art history teacher couldn't make our lesson,so I get a 4 day weekend (you see, on Mondays, school only starts at 4...)

I'm really getting used to college life, enjoying the people, the freedom,even some of the really off the wall conversations that get discussed are becoming less shocking to my 'virgin ears', so to speak. The terms 'slapper', 'top', 'fit bloke', 'wicked' and 'jumper' are starting to make sense, I still get really odd looks whenever I say 'dodge' or 'lekker'(sometimes I can't help myself - I know, sad, I need help, a straight jacket, maybe???)

The only stressful thing I have to do this weekend is one art essay, other than that, my next top priority is where to go and have a game or 2 of pool(believe me, its a tougher choice than you may imagine, there are many many pubs!). The Slade school has my portfolio, I've had my interview with Goldsmiths, so now its just all about waiting, for a little envelope from an organisation called UCAS, to tell me if it's yay or nay *sigh* the waiting is actually quite a nail biting experience... but hey, I'm tough... I've survived the Summer sales at sandton, doll...I can handle just about anything without plutzing... :) :) :) (you see, I'm still a sandtonian at heart!)

Just 13 more days until Gary arrives in London, yay! yippee!!! (any of you let him know I'm excited, and well, I'll have to shoot them, kay?) Anyways, he's arriving just in time for Valentine's day...heh heh heh... I'm definitely female, scheming already... But hey, men are just as bad (I  assume)

I must get going right about now... lots to do... tea to drink... a BLT to eat... oh, and (mom, you'll like this...) I have to hand wash my new cashmere jersey... (so domesticated all of a sudden...)

HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU SOON, behave, eat your peas, be kind to animals and always, always, practice safe...jaywalking (heeheehee)

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