native habitat

Uni open day; people on tours of the College keep sticking their heads in front of the door to the Fairfax room (to which I have retired in order to study in peace, ha ha), as though I am some kind of fascinating exhibit. Or perhaps someone hired to look Studious so that the parents feel reassured that they will be sending their little darlings to a bastion of scholarly pursuits instead of a den of alcohol and ever-more-ribaldly-themed parties.

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I am thiiiis close to posting the next chapter of the heist AU. Number of months that have passed between chapters: many, lots. I have become one of Those People. I hate Those People.

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But first! Studying. I am listening to a playlist called 'soulharbour' which is one of my melodic, soothing, pretty playlists. It needs some new additions.

( Any suggestions? )

give you my analysis

The wind is howling up a gale outside, it's fantastic, I'm sitting here with a surprisingly good $9 bottle of wine wondering if everything will be swept away in the night and I'll wake up in Oz.

I'm also sorting photos for use in the heist AU -- basically, from here on in it's just going to be ALL LONDON PORN, ALL THE TIME. And it's making me ache for the city; making me even more determined to move there one day. I just want to be able to walk around it whenever I like, so that the famous sights become familiar and the unknown sights become beloved. I love Sydney, but it's not where I want to belong: it's a little too hot, a little too fast, a little too young.

Time to send some inquisitive emails to the London hospitals where I'm thinking of applying for electives, I think.