annsley just came by to steal a whole bunch of my food which will not be consumed before saturday. it's sad knowing that i have to be packed up and gone by saturday. and it's depressing to know that i'm currently giving away all of my food up here. it all feels so permanent. i figure whatever isn't taken home will become a donation to cassie.

as the time for london get closer, i become a little more freaked out. i know i'll have a lot of fun but it's a lot to get used to. i tend to experience homesickness when i'm not at home for a month, so i imagine that i'll long for livingston at times. but then i'll remind myself that it's livingston, slap myself across the face, then go hang out in a pub.