Ok, so I could not even lay off my blog for two days. But Lida and Valerie had their last exams today (my god I am so envious), and they wanted to go out to Pizza Express to celebrate. Despite not yet being eligible for any sort of celebration, still having two days left to go in this prison that is called UCL, I tagged along under the excuse “I have to eat because I am getting skinny because the hall food is so bad”. (Which actually is true, my pants are falling off).
Afterwards we strolled through the lovely embankment and up to Trafalgar Square, observing the lights and the hundreds of workers who had gathered for their Friday night beer:
My beautiful city. Sometimes I wish I didn’t go to UCL and had to study. I wish I could just live here and spend my days observing.