Back! (also, trains)

Sorry for the long absence. I've spent the past week trying to preemptively get a lot of school work done before my vacation in Majorca, because when I get back we will have three weeks left in our live projects and I will also be starting on a two week placement at a publishing house, and there's a couple of essays due in there as well.

In short: busy busy busy!!

Friday morning I met Alix at the Starbucks in Waverly place, before meeting up with everyone else on the same train as us. There were about eight of us going down early on that train (in total, there were ten of us that went down early and hung out that weekend, though Keira didn't get there until Saturday). However, Alix and I were in a different train car than the rest of everyone, as we had booked seats together in the quiet coach, which ended up being a not-so-quiet experience, what with the screaming, restless toddler sat right next to us (his mothers attempts to get him to calm down and be quiet were remarkably ineffective). We got some work done with Hashtag, napped (or at least tried to), and hung out and talked.

We needed some photos to put on the Hashtag facebook page for the countdown, so when Becky and Leanne stopped by for a visit, we got Leanne to take some photos of me and Alix, hard at work. 

(also, Becky tried on Alix's glasses and was utterly adorable in them)

In my extensive experience riding trains in the UK (aka four times) I've found that, particularly in Scotland, you don't get to see a lot of the countryside, as the train lines are cut into the earth, and most of what you see are the sides of the edges of the hills surrounding the train lines. Once we got further down into England, however, the landscape did open up considerably.

My train ride home the following Thursday was late (I left at 7) and alone (everyone else left much earlier that day). However, I basically just read an entire book, so that was nice. On the downside, none of the plugs in my train car were working, and my phone battery was really low when I got on the train (like, 13%) and it obviously died. By the time I got home, it was 12pm and I was exhausted as I had not slept properly in a week (more on that later), the sum total of which meant that I did not practice French that day and broke the almost 70-day streak I had going. Which was quite sad. 

I'm gonna be breaking up the previous week into a bunch of posts to be scheduled for while I'm in Majorca. I'm not gonna be really talking about this last week much, as mostly I just went to school and did work. 

Oh, and in case you didn't see it on Facebook, Hashtag Magazine is now live at hashtag-magazine.tumblr.com.