March 1-10
I played the waiting game, and I won. As previously mentioned, prior to my Birthday extravaganza in London I'd lost my student card. This is actually a big deal as I have to use it to basically "sign-in" to every class, without it, I'm marked absent. Since I'd already missed a few classes (I later got them approved) I couldn't risk getting more of the "we are concerned about your absences" emails. Even though I new those emails were harmless, their headers were a bit terrifying to see in my inbox, so I needed to get my student card back fast. I'd emailed my Professor and she told me to take a look in the classroom when I got the chance, so I planned to on Friday, but then Friday I get an email from the Library saying they had my card. Had I not gotten it back, I would have had to pay 10 pounds for a new one.
I headed to the library ASAP before my class and picked it up. When I stated my rehearsed reasoning to the librarian she pulled out a box full of student cards.
I then participated in my seminars and went home to relax (I think).
Fast forward to Sunday March 3rd (any gaps in my timelines are filled with me watching stuff on my laptop, researching trip ideas, walking to Sainsbury's for donuts, and trying to keep up with course work). I went to my first Vintage Kilo Sale. Basically, what this consists of is used clothes and other items and you pay by the kilo. It's 15 pounds per kilo and if you go over or less you pay what that amount would be by weight. Knowing myself, I did the special pre-pay for one kilo and only paid 12 pounds (saving 3 pounds). The entrance fee was 1.5 pounds.
I met one of my friends and walked over to The Assembly Rooms, where it was held and we met up with another exchange student. We were quite early so we stopped for coffee, which is a must for when you're planning to partake on an adventure.
Once settled, we headed in getting our kilo bags and I my wristband (which I later handed in to say I already paid for one kilo).
The building was beautiful, and befitting of a vintage sale. Used clothing in the UK is different than used clothing in Canada, since you can actually find some really old stuff. I decided to take on the dress rack, as I love dresses and the rest of the racks were packed with people.
Before attending, I'd searched online for tips and one I got was "you pull something, it sparks your attention? Keep it and move on. Then, later decide to keep or discard." Which was the best piece of advice I could get, but it ended up having me walk around with kilos of clothes on my arm.
When I got to the end of the dress rack, I took a peek at some of the blouses and found a top with my favourite piece of art on it (The Great Wave off Kanagawa). Then, I headed in to the changing area to try everything on and discard as much as I could. I spent a long time there. When I had arrived there was no line, and when I departed, the line had formed the length of the room. I was disappointed to discard the blouse with my favourite design on it, but it's collar was just so strange, I had to put it back.
Here's a gallery of what I ended up purchasing. A button broken on one, and a few missing here and there on another, but easily replaceable/unnoticeable.
It was a great experience and I'd love to go to another sale. I actually spent a few hours looking for their other dates to maybe plan a trip to another city, but nothing really worked for me. I am addicted now though to British vintage sales.
Amped up from my day of shopping I headed to my kitchen to make some pre-made egg noodles I'd bought from Aldi. They were pretty good, but still not the best I've had. I also took some pictures of my kitchen area for you guys as it looked fairly decent. Although, funny story, I overheard some of my flatmates complaining about the mess in the hallway, so at least I know I'm not the only one annoyed by the lack of cleanliness.
On March 5 I went to class and spent my break working on my essay for my Victorian course. Well, began to work on. It was due Thursday, but in my head it was due way later because I didn't have that class on Thursday, so how do I submit it? Ah, foolish Canadian Uni brain. Anyway, After my seminar that ends at 6pm I headed to the mall to pick up my free Krispy Kreme donuts (one for my birthday and one for being a new member), as well as a white sauce pizza. I got the Nutella stuffed donut, but I found the Nutella to be too much drying the roof of my mouth and taking away from the rest of the donut. I rate it 2/5 stars.
I eventually got my Victorian assignment done and submitted it online. It was legible and had a thesis statement, so that's all that matters.
According to the photos on my phone, on March 9th I enjoyed the Pot Pasta I'd bought at Poundland. To boil water I also braved using my rice cooker since my flat no longer has a kettle due to my flatmate breaking it and not being a responsible person and replacing it. Anyway, the pot pasta was surprisingly tasty. It was carbonara, which I enjoy, so it made for a good 1 pound meal.
On March 10 I realized that the UK does their daylight savings time later, so now interacting with friends is easier. My friends in Fredericton are only 3 hours behind, which is perfect as they wake up early and I late. So my morning messages are not ignored for hours on end.
I was craving donuts and the last few days had been stormy so I didn't leave my flat much. With a peak out my window I saw clear skies, so I headed out. The minute I made it to my front gate, it not only started to precipitate, it hailed! I waited a couple of moments as I didn't want to get pelted. I did walk in it for a bit. It's about ten minutes from the grocery store that sells my cheap donuts. By the time I'd spent picking up some food (I got some brie and crackers to try) the hail/rain had turned to a mist so it was easy to walk back in. My Toms were soaked, as well as my sweatpants, but at least I wore my rain jacket.
I then enjoyed my very creamy British Brie and watched more Netflix.
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