Oh, here's a pic of the outside of the res. Unfortunately I don't have a Mac equivalent of MS paint, but my room goes out to the balcony on the left side of the picture, third floor up. It faces north.
...which I suppose is a good thing. But then again the fire alarm in Liesbeeck (my res) doesn't mean much b/c they have the alarms situated right outside the kitchen and students tend to burn things/create smoke. Hence the fire alarms go off with alarming frequency (oh puns).
So my afternoon off (today--see previous post) I watched Bridget Jones's Diary and hung out in the kitchen while Smiley attempted to cook. It's weird, the students here find meat to me a staple. I guess in my month of summer I cooked meat what, never? Yeah, never.
However! I did cook meat today. I bought chicken nuggets at Shoprite and then just heated them up. Yay. Then I boiled milk for makeshift hot chocolate using Nesquik. It's a rather crude recipe, that I hope I will not be trying again (but likely will). Actually, I might go make some right now b/c at this rate I won't be in bed until 11pm. Damn. I've been so tired lately. It's depressing.
Oh, so after it was windy this afternoon I heard more noises and peaked out my window to see torrential downpour. It was fantastic because I was inside and thus nice and dry.
Apparently I missed African drumming, but it came with at least an hour of sitting through more UCT people talking at us so I really don't think I missed much. Plus people walked back. At like 7 or 8. Ha ha.
I'll have pictures of the flatmates eventually.....Snele doesn't like photographs so I'll wait for a more lubricated night. :_D
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No music ever since I heard playing iTunes uses up internet quota.
3 comments:
There's nothing makeshift about hot chocolate using Quik. In fact, it's the best way to make hot chocolate. And as with all hot chocolate, heat the milk to just before boiling. And remember to pour it skinny.
had no idea you had a blog...will read - its kyle miller from enloe btw
Except this time it's for a legit purpose. Oh study abroad, the things you allow me to do.
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