Veni Vidi Vici

Unflinching, I ventured into the beast's maw, and emerged victorious. Has anyone of you went to IKEA, and only bought one single thing  (keeping to the shopping list in a strict fashion also counts)? I got my worklamp returned and they gave me a voucher, which I used to buy another lamp (which sadly was a couple pounds more expensive than my old one, but it's blue so it's all right). It was all quite hassle-free in the end.

As a bonus I got to see Croydon! It looked like this:

 Resembles an English city, yes?

The old (150 years) department store in the area, Allders was closing for good. It had only six days to go, and was mostly empty already, but I found this:

 Fluffy, colourful textiles! Oh wow!

And that pretty much made my day (: Imagine what I can do with them! Everything is possible.

Roomie had taken care of herself all right while I was gone, she even made a new friend:

Have you ever seen such a fat and green locust or whatever it's called in English. (Grasshopper?)

Tomorrow we'll take the early train to Paris, so au revoir for a little while!

Creamy

There's a crazy cat outside our window. It's staring at us, right at our souls. It's almost starting to turn unsettling.

In more important news:

 Homemade chocolate ice cream! Aww yeah!

My ice cream maker works. I've been dreaming about getting one all summer, and a couple of days before we flew I ordered one on amazon, and it had already arrived upon our own arrival. I'm so happy right now.

One thing that I'm not so happy about is this:

The cool four-wheeled trolley I traded from my brother wasn't as high quality as one would hope. I wonder if it has (global) warranty, if so, please let me know. It seems like one wheel melted and another one almost did it. I might have packed it too heavy, and then it apparently didn't like being pulled a couple of kilometers across town either. Well, as I mentioned yesterday, the wheel gave up relatively close to our destination, I just had to drag its smoking remains uphill for half a kilometer.

The worklamp I got from hell (IKEA) last year has a terribly annoying and loud buzzing noise that escalates as the adapter warms up, so I'm getting it swapped for a new one. I won't let them win this one! I'll also do a little sightseeing Croydon, I'll let you know if I find anything interesting. Apparently there's an Art Centre somewhere there, let's see if I can find it. . .

Superspider

Food is really great, especially when you are really hungry.

We bought a 5 kg sack of rice from an Asian grocery store.

Out of over a hundred students me and my roomies were the only three to attend the student union meeting today. Are we proper students or just geeks, I wonder. xD

I promise, tomorrow I'll post the compulsory shots of our apartment. Speaking of the apartment, I let a truly gigantic spider out this morning. It was approximately seven centimetres long, and thicker than our usual home spiders (there is a lot of them, by the way). Little birds told me that it's spider season right now.


Now, excuse me as I'll watch a movie (Babel) with the roomies.

Underage Again

The morning is incredibly beatiful.

Do not think that will make me forget yesterday, IKEA! I suppose it's okay and understandable that one thing or two are out of stock, but I mean do I have a great taste, or am I just unlucky?

- No tabletop of the kind I'd desired, one was visibly out of stock in the viewing area, and when I settled for another colour they didn't have that one as well in the storage area.
- No drawer unit for my desk.
- No chair of this kind.
- No chair of that kind.
- No worklamp of my preferred kind.
- This almost starts to sound like a poem.

I suppose it's practical for them to earn extra money through forcing carless people to order things afterwards.

Oh, and did you know that you can't buy knives there if you're under 21? Not. Even. Effing. Cutlery! Has someone sued them because a young criminal stabbed someone with an IKEA fork?

It's so ridiculous that we all were completely baffled at the counter. Why stop at knives and sharp objects? Can you even imagine how much destruction and suffering we will achieve with that huge wok-pan? Not to speak of the umbrella.

I just wonder, why twenty one? Is there a massive peak of stabbers at the age of twenty? How are you supposed to live on your own if you can't even buy basic household objects?

Just wondering.


P.S. Here's some pictures of the house.