Norfolk Terrace, UEA, Norwich, Day 137. New
Carpet Celebration Day
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| Oh, you KNOW it. I was ridiculously happy. (Photo Courtesy of Marika) |
I had sent an email to accommodations two
days ago, keeping my anger in ettiquette’s grasp. 35 days without a carpeted
floor. Yesterday. the response had been more than I had hoped for: they would
actually come promptly. My email left on the note ‘please have the contractors
come at the earliest possible date’. I don’t know if two days later really is
the earliest, but they came just the same. 9 o’clock this morning on the dot.
Vinnie and I had to scoot out of the room for two hours, but once it was done,
it was…beautiful. New carpet smell, cushion beneath my feet, colours in
continuous pattern, ah. Finally. |
| At Lucky Star with Marika and Morgana |
This
carpet was to be the centrepiece of today’s fun, but the fun began elsewhere:
Marika and I strolled out of UEA and thanks to Marika’s navigation skills, we
found our way to the city centre. We met up with Morgana and made the quick
walk over to Lucky Star, a Chinese all-you-can-eat buffet in town. As good as
it was for £6.50, I was severely disappointed in the chewy yet indigestible
sweet and sour pork. But what really struck me in an odd way was the music.
Marika and Morgana made definite note of my degeneration back into a child. The
best way to describe the music’s effect would be a fusion of The Wizard of Oz’s poppy fields and The Odyssey’s Lotus-Eaters’ island. I
got sleepy and hyped in an odd mix.
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| I let Morgana play with my Primark-bought finger lasers! (Photo Courtesy of Marika) |
After
lunch, I grabbed a Starbucks coffee, medium roast (thinking of Nick, Day 132),
and then we all walked back to campus in the heat. I pointed out flowers and
asked Marika what they were because she had worked at a flower shop back home. Morgana
reciprocated the dancing and singing I began while Marika scolded us. All the
while, it was a beautiful day, walking through the crowded parks and passing
folks on the pavement.
On
campus, we went to my room and celebrated the new carpet! By napping on it.
There was enough room too. I didn’t really sleep because I remembered to email Katya
at this point, and then we all watched Cloudy
with a Chance of Meatballs on my laptop. For awhile after that, we just
tossed Vinnie’s mini-soccer ball (fine, football) around the room and talked
about life and the fact that everyone has or is leaving to go home soon (Rebecca
left this morning, Winnie left yesterday, Mo is gone, Anna left—by the way, she
has a blog too and I recommend it: http://anniebe3.tumblr.com/;
Oh and Morgana leaves next Tuesday). It’s sad but the reality is, we are pretty
much done with the term (yes, some—like Stef in a Shakespeare module—still have
an exam unfortunately in early June. Yeah, the uni’s exam period for 5 weeks is
no joking matter).
I
cooked a meal in the kitchen, and Marika took pictures as I made it, so unlike
the usual photos of my finished product, here’s one of the process, thanks to
Marika. Then we gathered into my room, shared some of the food (but the girls
weren’t really hungry) and watched Milk,
a movie I have been meaning to watch for a long time. It was fantastic—watching
Harvey Milk fight for gay rights in the 70s in a politically active role,
continuously trying to win the election as city supervisor for district 5 in
San Francisco. I have never seen so appealing a movie about political activism
as that one.
Afterwards,
I walked Morgana and Marika outside and said good night. It had been fun today.
In
my room, I checked my phone. I had one missed call. Dad. I called back.
I
hung up and one thought lingered: I may be coming home earlier than I thought.
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| Um, this is the product of fooling around with finger lasers, but yes, I know I didn't plan this well. You see an evil picture of me right after reading 'I may be coming home early'. But don't worry. I won't bite. Muwhahaha! |
thanks for the shoutout! =)
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