"BYE BYE BYE" - N'Sync

London life has come to an end.

This is my last post that i wrote in the airport until my computer died while waiting for my flight in minneapolis.

I might start a new blog for all the misadventure that Seattle College life entails.

Sad to be gone but glad to be back.

Actually i think i need to add one more blog post soon about the rest of the going away party and harassing esther.

Back home in USA for the first time in over six months.

First stop BK lounge.

I basically owe Adam my life for helping me get to the airport. Not to mention the 3 overweight pieces of luggage that I brought home with me. I had to buy an extra suitcase- so I went to Primark and bought the most disgusting/cheapest suitcase. It is cow-print so embarrassing at the baggage claim. So not only did I have 3 bags- only being allowed 2 but they were ALL over the weight limit. I packed so much shit that I didn’t need which should not be surprising to anybody.

Last nights going away party in G-block was pretty fun. Really chilled out. I don’t know if this is because everyone was going insane at Club Sandwich as it was the last one of the term.

I think I am having a streak of bad luck. I went a long time without loosing my phone, wallet, keys and so forth. At sandwich on Wednesday I was wearing a dress with big pockets which I wore intentionally so as to avoid bringing a purse which I hate doing. And then Maja decided that it was an awesome idea to grab me and drag me by force to the very center of the dance floor. By them time I got out of the sweat mess of rugby players and American $lutz I realized that my wallet and phone were no longer in my pockets. i w as pissed and ranaround shoving through people grinding on eachother to try and find my things. Karen ended up recovering my wallet from the security guards. Everything in tact minus the 50 pounds I had remaining for the rest of the trip. And my phone was never found. Why does this always happen to me???? And also my camera broke and I cant find the fucking receipt so they wouldn’t accept the warranty. And I also cant find my US sim card. Everything is falling into some black hole never to be recovered again. But don’t worry I have about 50 pounds of shoes and 100 pounds of retarded trinkets that I have collected during my time in London. Iclaimed that I had 1000 dollars worth of items in my luggage. And then I couldn’t explain their worth to thecustoms officer. It was awkward. She was like what do you have to claim?

Uhm nothing really

What you mean nothing- you wrote 1000 dollars of items here

Well yeah but it’s just like stuff.

What am I supposed to say yes I have approximately 300 dollars worth of shit that I bought at Brick Lane- including some retarded ugly doll keychain things that I couldn’t stop buying. So I just said clothes and books and she looked at me like I was retarded. Well I am so its cool.

I am not really sure how I feel about anything at this point. Saying good-bye to everyone was really a massive bummer. I didn’t want to and still haven’t let it settle in that I will not see most those people for a long time if ever at all. Everyone promised to come to America or demanded that I come back and visit.

We started the going away party in our kitchen and about 10 minutes into it Esther had already called security. So I was like yeah ok I wonder who made that complaint. So eventually we turned the music back up- and yet again the security came. The music was not even remotely loud. And then I went to her door and knocked on it. and she being the humongous coward that she is wouldn’t open the door. So I said I was going to poop on her baking tray. I am not sure if it was the knocking or this but she called security yet again. How do they still put up with her shit- beats me. So we went up to the top-flat where she couldn’t hear any sounds of social interaction which apparently really busts her balls to have to listen to. She is probably the most despicable person I have ever met. So I taped up her cupboard anhd put a shit ton of garlic into the tape pieces. And sprinkled garlic granules below her cupboard and wrote BYE! In them. We will see how she retaliates. I told Adam to not take any blame and say it was all me. She is such a cunt. When you act like that you have to expect that people are going to do shit like that to you.

I feel bad that Adam still has to live with her.

Also our other flatmate Veronica was probably the most drunk by far out of anyone at the party. She kept repeating the same things to me like 10 times. And then she went to the bathroom where she fell on her face and was bleeding all over the fucking place. Funnily enough Kate did the exact same thing the night before. I wonder who it will happen to next. I didn’t see veronica but Adam said it looked like she got Chris Browned- enough said.

So she had a good time.

And then I had to go to the airport after staying up all night. This helped the 9 hour flight go by pretty quick. I also realized I left a huge tube of posters in the office when I was waiting for the Taxi.

It Tuesday evening!
whooooaaaaaaah im leaving on Friday!
i have to keeep reminding myself about how fucking whack that is.
Thursday having a going away party/adam's birthday party.
should be a fun time. the theme is that the people have to dress up like other people that live in G block- the building im in.

So I had a freaking awesome weekend as it was my last one in London and I wasnt in Berlin as I was supposed to be.
Went to Fabric on Saturday and had a great time. and then got home past six got a bagle from possilbly the most ghetto bagel shop in the world which served jerk chicken inside a bagel and 6 Am and was busteling with luscious ladies and some rather interesting men who were in dire need of sustanence like me. and then woke up around 3 and went to brick lane and started drinking again by about 6pm at Club 1001 in shoreditch. it is pretty fun there. and then went to camden to see Afrikan boy and that was fucking great. all in all a good day.

upon some encounters i realized that spending your life trying to be the coolest fucking kid is a massive waste of time and makes you focus on so much shit that does not even matter. I just wanted to say chill the fuck out man just be a fucking human not some indie robot programmed to spew out refrences to shit.

Im also turning my room into a better version of FABRIC- body sonic dance floor. Me and Gloria have already booked digitalism and benni benassi for next month.

oh man oh man pound a pint 2 niiite!!!!!!
hahah im not actually that excited. i just felt like acting that i was.

anyhow coming home is crazy. i cant imagine it really. im just going to get there and be like shit now what. and then ill make jeff do all of it. unpack, find a job - live my life and so forth.

I love london so much but i havent been spending my last days running around taking pictures of big ben and buckingham palace. But i feel that i have spend sufficient amounts of time doing this.

and i cant believe how soon im coming home
i really honestly dont believe it. i guess i only take things as they happen. so i probably wont realize it until i land in seattle.

last club sandwich tonight. how sad
not

On account of doing work my life has been slightly more sober and thus there is less antics to write about. But some nice things have happened over the past few weeks- aside from me sitting in the library all the fucking time to try and finish papers.
i am keeping a progress chart.
i have a total of 4 classes- i have turned in my finals for 2 of those classes!
but then still have presentation tomorrow and 2 papers for post-colonialism class
and one for patterns of perception. I have 8,850 words done out of 15,500.

I went to oxford two weekends ago- it was nice and rainy and cold. but lots of diverse architecture and academic style buildings. Its nice to see a bit of the british countryside towns. My second expereiecne was the past weekend when I went with my friend freddie to her home in ryegate. I really enjoy Freddie's company as she is the kind of girl that i can spend lots of time with and not feel annoyed. she is smart yet silly. a good combo. and likes boozin. even better. so she showed me around ryegate a cute little town with a fairly stable population of suburban families and soccer mom style things. a family friendly area with a history and a castle. I shared freddies huge bed with her- which she took up about 99% percent of and sprawled out her legs and arms and kept hitting me in the face and taking the blanket. it was funny- but not when i was desperate to sleep. Her mom was really sweet and told me about the history of ryegate and such. Also FatBoy Slim apparently came from ryegate but got the hell out. But Freddies mom knew him. so thats coool. The next day we went to brighton- which is on the southern coast of england. It is a really cool city. its quite populated. also holding the biggest gay population of the UK. it was indeed colorful- and lots of interesting people. lots of sweet antique shops and boutiques. plus a boardwalk and beach. me and freddie sat on the rocks by the beach and played- hit the big rock with the little rock. this was fun. then we headed back to London.

I realize that Im going to miss friends I have made here.
Me and Adam are quite close and I feel like he is my brother. we argue like siblings and i want to punch him sometimes like i did my sister when we were younger and lived together.

On sunday paid my last visit to Brick Lane and explored some of the over-priced market goodies. Im going to miss that place. While I was there I ran into Mr. Wes Statler from seattle. I was a bit disorientated at first- it is odd seeing people from home in the framework of the london setting. its like worlds colliding. but it was nice to see a familiar face and compare our experience.

so today is st.patricks day. The brits dont really like the Irish so there is not too much hooplah about the whole thing. but being an american i feel inclined to celebrate.

I realize this blog is pretty much boring. But i just wanted to post a few updates.
I will be back in Seattle in 10 days. i get anxious thinking about it.
Who is going to help me pack!!!!!!! packing is the bane of my existence. Every single time i have moved from one place to another someone has helped me in my state of hypervenalitive frenzy and organized my packing. but now i dont think I could recruit anyone as easily. adam is useless. ahhhhhhh

MOONCUP!!!! finally a menstrual cup i can re-use.

I have been camping out in the library on account of having to finish 13,000 words of essays by the end of next week. I thought i would take a blog break. cheaper than a food break.
But also felt the need to document something i saw.

In every stall of the girls bathrooms there is a sticker advertising the "moon-cup"
Never heard of this before. Did i miss the the mooncup craze? It is the ultimate thing for filty globally concerned women.
according to the ad - mooncup is a re-usable menstrual cup.
key word there RE-usable.
menstrual and re-usable should not be in the same category.
why not just get a rag like they did 100 years ago and wash it each time with your bare hands. i mean thats re-usable.

apparently moon-cups advantages are 3-fold it is-
cleaner (i doubt it)
greener
and something else-er

I am stationed across the street from go-sing. the really blatantly illegal chinese food place that looks more like an office- a really dingy office. with menus taped onto the walls- and some parts hand-written. the food is disgusting but get dragged there by adam sometimes and then have a heart attack from the heapfulls of MSG they clearly put in their food. BUT there is one advantage the woman who works at the front is so fucking cute. she is classic old asian and wears a baseball cap and calls everyone darling. so i can sit and stare at her out the window. i want to have a cute little asian living with me.... in the garage- which will be transformed into take out restaurant.


okay back to werrrrrkin.

Bitch, Im Magic

My time here has reached a climax!
More like my life has reached its highest point.

Last night I went with my friends Freddie, James and Adam to this place called Gaz's in Soho. It is supposed to be along the lines of a divey rock club. but it is now the divey kind of place that is now really hip and packed full of hipsters and so on. we had to wait in line for like an hour to get in and then paid 9 pounds at the door. which is more than i have paid i think to get in anywhere since coming here. especially for a thursday night. It was a pretty cool place and the people were aight. but waay too overcrowded. anyhow me and adam were kinda not enthused about the whole thing. and i was expecing blues or rock band to play and when we went to dance in the other room i realized it was all reggae shit with a guy playing the sax. that does not = blues. and I find reggae the MOST boring music to dance to. its like the same beat over and over and over again. me and adam joked that "oh hey didnt they play this one" oh yeah they have been playing this one for the past 3 hours. so i went outside for a bit. me and adam were outside and then adam spots EMMA WATSON going into the place. i was like , WAIT WHAT! HERMIONE!!!! WHERE OH SHIT WHAT THE FUCK I NEED TO GO TAKE A MILLION PICS OF HER LETS GO. obviously i was overly excited. But i realized it was her and needed to go find her in this divey hipster messss. so we make a plan and i get my camera ready. we walk down the stairs. i try to spot her. clearly this is not Hermiones scene because she looks bored with her posse and starts to head out. so as she walks past us on the stairs I almost tripped her just for a pic. but no i hadnt been drinking enough for this kind of behaviour. so me and adam go outside yet again to see what shes doing. she is standing up against the back wall of theplace slightly out of sight. and im like shit- shes getting away i need a pic. i want to just go up to her. i try to convince adam to seduce her. not in enough time. some other fiends ran to her for an autograph and then she gets in a cab. she looked really pissed off and she passes us in the cab and she has a look of dusgust on her face adam had to ask--- "did you see just then- she was checking me out wasnt she? she totally was."
hahahaha. then we decided the night had reached its peak and it was time to go home so we got hot doggies and took the bus back.


Here is the pic


I dont know if you cant quite make out whats happening in this pic so here is a close up-





I feel accomplished now that I have spotted a celebrity in London.
I dont know if seeing princess beatrice around campus counts because no one in the US has any idea who she is.

aight well im going to try to do something with my time now---probs sleep.

so McCited I cant McHide it

out of bed before 1!!! and i dont have class! this is epic.
I went to all of my classes this week.
I got some work done. though it really should have been more. I havent been able to go do much in London during the day because i usually have to do work on my final things. here is what i have to finish by the 20th--more like 19th when i leave for Berlin:

3,000 word essay for media course
3,000 words essay for museums course
5,000 word essay for patterns of perception class
2,500 word essay post-colonialism class
2,500 word research file " "

at the rate i work- im pretty much not leaving campus for the duration of my time here. shit fuck. i just need more London adventures before i leave.
I still havent seen:
Changing of the guards/ taken a pic with a guard
platform 9 3/4 @ kings cross
gone on the London Eye (15 pounds yikesss!)
Greenwich Market
a number of galleries and museums
Oxford
Brighton
Bath

Actually I think that I am going to go to Oxford on Sunday. And next weekend my friend Freddie invited me to come stay at her house in Roegate for the weekend and then go to Brighton from there. should be nice to see some of the different areas.

im having a going away party in our flat and the theme is to dress up like someone that lives in our building. adam already tried on my clothes- there are some facebook pics. and then i guess i will be him -which means either plaid shirt and jeans. but better yet his rugby uniform. which is probably gross and sweaty so maybe not.
or i could be esther which would take a lot of work.

oh i just remembered. i mentioned how last week i got in an arguement with a bouncer at the amersham and they made me leave wouldnt let me in, were assholes to me and so on. well there was one bouncer there who was really nice to me and said he knows me from the student union and tried to get me in but the nigerian bouncer or Bernie Mac as me and Karen call him was being a cock. He does look like Bernie Mac (R.I.P) haha. anyhow the nice bouncer was at the student union last night. and after drinking at the Hobgoblin Freddie dragged me and Maja to club sandwich- which was shit as usual. but the nice bouncer recognized me and i said oh hi sorry about the other night. and he told the person selling tickets that i didnt have to pay. he was so nice. it made me happy. he's a nice guy- thats how bouncers should be not Bernie Mac or Drunk Eastern European cockbags.

I've Been listening to the Rolling Stones a lot lately. I like it because they mention London a lot if you pay attention. The only thing that the beatles should have done more of.

I was going to mention something else but forgot. hmmmmmm
oh yeah. I had a dream that I thought was funny. For some reason we had to have P.E. at SeattleU and it was basically like high school but with everyone from our university.We were playing soccer i think and I was standing in the field by the goaly reading a book about andy warhol and kind of attempting to kick the ball if it got near me. and then another art history student was walking around picking up garbage saying " everytime we play sports all i want to do is just clean up the place". and then our teacher yelled at us because we were not sweaty enough.This is such a retarded dream but i found it really funny.


Ill be home in 22 days!!!!
I'm McCited.

My Days are Numbered.

Thurs
Yesterday went to club sandwich. always a stupid pastime. but sometimes you just need to get drunk and be able to be stupid and not care. Adam was Krumping again and I joined in a bit. except that I kept spilling my drink as a result. Also they were giving out free condoms for whatever reason. they were all flavored as well- or rather flavoured.
i tried my best to steal awhole box of them because i thought it would be funny. and i could play lots of pranks. but then i gave up because i think they noticed me lingering around them like a big creep.

Friday-
Today I woke up before noon. An accomplishment. so i have a whole day to do what i want. it is relatively nice outside. the weather has been warming up significantly which is awesome. So im thinking of going into central to look at some art and shit. and then maybe doing some work int he library followed by drunk times.
Later-
AHhhhhhh LondonI love you forever!!
Today was a beautiful sunny day. I wanted to just take all of london and put it in my pocket and have it forever! I rode the bus to Southbank.
Went to the Hayward Gallery. There was a cool exhibit curated by mark wallinger. I was impressed with it. then I walked along the riverside towards the tate modern. tons of people were out and about enjoying the prefect weather. i was in heaven. i was having the gayest moment ever just taking in all of London. London is where my heart is at forever. I definatly see myself coming back here. i wanted to cry because it was so beautiful and full of life and people and ahhh it was so great.then i went to the tate for a while. The tate modern is a symbol of my Love for London. it is like my haven where i can just spend hours. I took a million pictures my finger was basically glued to the cameras clicker. gayest moment of my life.
came home and made din and so forth. met up with some friends for pregaming times. and then we went to Whipit! there is this big cockbag bouncer who i hate and he always give people shit for not having id when no one else ever cares about that shit. and i also saw him being a bouncer at burger king in central. and he gave abi a hard time for not having id and gloria as well an another friend. but all those times i was able to get around him. i think he thinks he is like the terminator of bouncers. he takes it so seriously. anyhow i tried to go around him. and he said i was too drunk and couldnt get in. and then they wouldnt let me in. i wasnt even that drunk i didnt look super fucked either. plus that bouncer is drunk everytime he is working. i hate him. i was sooooooo angry. the fucking boss bouncer was like yeah you cant come in tonight. i was soooo mad. adam of course had to be my babysitter and walk me home and tell me to calm down. and it sucked i have a limited amount of weekends here. and that eastern european piece of shit ruined it. i yelled for him to go back to bosnia-herzogovina.
hahaha. people were offeneded.
but on the bright side tonight i am going to a prohibition party. it is quite a big and elaborate event. i think it will be really cool. you have to dress up and not just in a half-ass way. it should be a time warp. going to take lots of pics. i cant do hair so it should be interesting i have some feathers and a headband. we shall see what happens.

im coming home so soon. im going to make sure everyone knows that im leaving soon so that they stop and think about me for the next month. hahaha. not really- but adam and i are going to host a flat party before i depart.

sarah the uber christian hypochondriac thinks she had mumps. well actually she told us she has mumps- but had the vaccine for it and hadnt taken the test for it yet. so at first i was like YIKESSS im running away dont give me that shit. but then i realized she always thinks she has the most absurd sicknesses. we received an email about 2 people in dorms having mumps. i speculate sarah read that and just assumed she had it. i actually just sent her an email asking if she actually got tested or thinks that she has it. she is such a strange person. she thought that gravy in our kitchen leftover from thanksgiving gave her asthma. i dont think thats even possible. self diagnosed asthma---from gravy. i dont understand.

Scotland

Haggis
Kilts
Whiskey
Loch Ness monster
Castles

End of story.


Thats pretty much it. Scotland in nutshell. But in case you are interested here is the slightly more elaborate version.

I was thinking that I needed to see more of the UK since I have been here and mostly traveled to destinations outside the kingdom. For some reason Dublin didnt interest me and I heard it was redic expensive. And wales sounded less than amazing. So Scotland it was.
Plus I could take a train which was a major bonus since I hate the whole hassle of airport travel and the preperations that accompany it. So last week was reading week. Me and my friend Karen both shared our desire to explore the northern UK region. So we booked trains to Glasgow and Edinburgh.
In Glasgow we found a cheap hotel that was really nice and luxurious. and It was like 2 minutes to inside the train station. which is so convenient! I cannot stress enough how much I hate airport travel. packing all my shit into 3 oz. bottles. weight restrictions. no water bottles. no sharp objects. all that shit just makes me too stressed so hoping on a train in central london and then arriving litereally just outside our hotel in Scotland was a dream come true!
Anyhow Glasgow is not a tourist destination. In fact most tourist never stop here. Unless it is for business. The city is growing rapidly and this can be witnessed by the imense amound of construction all around the city. Its hard to explain Glasgow. But it reminded me a lot of seattle. It is built along the rive Clyde. the area near the river was industrial like and had lots of new highrises. this reminded me of the area in seattle by the Safeco Field or the area by the train station. I am forgetting the name of things in Seattle. this is weird. We walked around the center of the city which was nice and had lots of shopping and food and stuff. We went to the GOMA. gallery of modern art.it was small but nice. and then we also explored the west end. this area was really cool. the university of Glasgow was there and also the kelvin galleries. the university was old and beautiful and there was a huge park with beautiful gardens and stuff. we went around to where the art institute was. It was not touristy at all but very much a student life area. I could definatly see myself living there. It was cool.

yum I just bought donuts and ate like 4 of them. a dozen for a pound. fuck yes.
but i have a headache which isnt helped by the fact that I just ate 4 sugar covered yumsters.

Anyhow Glasgow was great dispite everyone telling me it was shithole and not to go there.
Next we took the train to Edinburgh. A city which I virtually knew nothing about. So I didnt have any expectations. As soon as we got there I loved it. It is comrable to most other European cities. in the romantic old city feeling way. There was the castle built on top of a volcano and visible from most areas of the city. the old city was elevated up on the rocks it was built on. This was built this way during the middle ages for reasons of protection and shit. It would be hard to invade that shit. But since the city was high up and looked down on the rest of edinburgh it felt to me like a ski resort type of city. on amountain high in elevation plus it had that feel. It reminded me of Park City in Utah as well as Toledo in spain. the idea of a walled in city is really interesting. It is kind of a surreal experience because it feels rahter isolated but not desolate. I just loved being surrounded by all the history. Everything was old and beautiful. Even our hostel was in a huge old rock building that felt like a castle. there was not even wired electrical plugs in our rooms. I cant really describe how amazing it was. I was really in awe of the city. I will put up some pictures on facebook.

I also encountered the drunkest and cutest old men I have ever seen! so many random people would talk to us. But the best was these two like 75 year olds who were drunk at 11 Am and harassing our tour. The tour that we took also gives a ghost tour at night. the guys kept yelling ILL GIVE YOU A FUCKING GHOST TOUR! and he was drooling and the other dropped his bottle of white cider. BEST GHOST TOUR YOULL EVER SEE. they also just kept calling everyone fuckers and yelling at the tour guides.the best thing was that they were not homeless. they were just two friends shooting the shit harassing tourists. the one wearing the sweat track suit won my heart. I was going to give him a big kiss but had to follow the tour. here are some pics!!! ahhh i love cute old men!!!![ please notice that he is wearing a track suit and a gold medal.and drinking white cider- the cheapest and most potent alcohol known to man





We also took a day trip to Loch Ness and the highlands. Really beautiful. Islept through most the bus tour but still enjoyed the scenery i managed to take in.


Loch Ness.
Unfortunatly I didnt see the monster. But the castle was pretty legit.

there are many more details and adventures but basically I was very satisfied with this trip and would recommend that everyone pay a visit to this wonderful country. especially if you enjoy history and boozin.

Who Knows ANYTHING about SCOTLAND??

Im going to Scotland tomorrow.
Does anyone know anything about it??
because i dont!
ANY suggestions/tips would be nice.
going to be in Glasgow and Edinburgh.

Productivity!!!

its reading week. I have read some things!!! that means im being productive! yaaaaay.
but...I refuse to clean my room, take a shower, eat anything aside from pizza and powerade.
But other than that I am at the height of productivity in my pajamas at 6:30 PM.
Im the only one left in the flat. Just little me in this retarded flat. I dont actually mind it.

now for a quick recount of my weekend.

Thurs- Garreths birthday. Garreth was drunk and rosy as soon as i saw him and dressed up as a Russian. I was wearing my proud eagle america shirt. there was a two pound(money not weight) cake from icelands. ice cream cake obviously. So once again I was entertained by Americans circling around the dumb ass rugby players. And then went to GAY GAVS Disco at the union. so fucking stupid. there was a band that was covering cher and its raining men. so obviously i got lots more drinks to compensate. and then began dancing to really gay songs that I cant now remember or recognize- they had to kick us out and make us stop dancing.

Fri- Went to this house party in deptford. It was a gallery but also a house. i dont really know. but basically it was painfully indie. which means the art was horrible and had little to substantiate it and the people were dressed like they cared too much about not caring. and there was free shitty beer. I knocked over a radiator and then added to the art by putting my beer bottles on the mantle with other beers. it looked nicer than most of the art there. i could have hung up my used toilet paper as art. left that and then me freddie and this other girl beth i think went back to our flat to drink the rest of the BORU vodka i had bought earlier. I only have like 4more units. i like talking about alc in units instead of shots. and I was soooo happy and generous. I was just giving people my booze even if they didnt want it. I gave this kid Sam my oyster card. fucking bad idea. but i would have given him my shoes if he had asked. and now hes in manchester till Tuesday. fuckin shit. he was probs in the K-hole when he told me i would get it back tomrrow.
i felt so good and so happpy. and then we were walking to the Amersham for whip it. and as soon as we got there. not a second before or a second later i got sooooo dizzy. and had to go find bathroom. walked into the mens. then ended up puking in the sink of the girls. and then spent the rest of the night on the couch puking on the side. they tried to make me leave but i serisouly couldnt walk and I wouldnt allow adam to carry me home because he loves that feeling like a hero shit. so i told him to fuck off until i could walk. and then puked a bit more when my friend kept putting her drink in my face. then she also took a picture of the puke. it wasnt cute. i was spinny until like noon the next day. i dont know what hit me that night but it was weird. sometimes the alc just doesnt sit.

SAT- Valentines day. Went to burrough market with Christina and Karen. Still felt sick. this is a market exclusivley selling food. and its huge and so many yumsters. I just ate a hot dog cause couldnt handle much else. then went home and slept. made a pizza- ate it. Then went with some people into central to this place Called Bar-Rumba. It was okay. the music was really awesome though. 60's and shit. My friend christina is the cutest drunk i have ever seen in my life. she is so jubilant about everything and just hops around on the dance floor with a huge smile. its so freakin cute. shes asian so its like a little pikachu. and then this guy who was wearing the worst clothes i have ever seen kept getting mad at us because we told him to fuck off. so he stole the candle from the table we were at and then grabbed a napkin off the table and threw it on the ground. really upsetting! haha. he was clearly a huge nerd with an overinflated ego who needed desperatly to go on- what not to wear-. striped ugly button up shirt. then grey shirt with gold graphics underneath. stupid glasses that were fake designer. baggy jeans and sneakers. jeans with sneakers is a mortal sin in my book. I wasnt getting drunk and was just getting tired so we went home after a bit. it was a good night.
oh on the way there we were on the bus and the driver just stopped and wouldnt go. and after a while people were like what is going on. apparently somebody who was disabled hadnt paid. but he didnt even annoucne that. someone disable hadnt paid and now the bus driver just wouldnt go. everyone on that bus had to get onto another bus. it was kind of funny. and there was only one person left on the other bus and im pretty sure it was the disabled person. hahaha

now its sunday.
im going to scotland on weds. lots and lots of work to do before then.
There is chinese food place called uncle wrinkle. so funny. think i will go get some food there now from mr. wrinkle

G5---- Flat of doom, misery and unrest

Before i go into this I want to say that Michael Flores has more relationship status changes than Aimee has status updates. I dont know how you can be in a relationship and single and in a relationship and single and in a relationship in the span of like a week and a half. unless he his life moves at a speed accelerated from the normal human being.

why did me and Adam get put in like the dumbest flat in the world.
I just look at the other flats. they all hang out. host parties. cook meals together. play scrabble. drink together. go out together. get along for the most part. and then there is G5- the flat that was doomed from the start.

I tried to be tollerant. I did. But here is what im left with

Sarah- might be the most helpless person ever. Hangs out with Esther after Esther was completely horrible to her. is really awkward. very christian- in a way that she doesnt think and just obeys. hasnt been exposed to much in her life. me and adam tried to help her with the Esther outburst things but she pretty much just threw it back in our faces and fucked the whole thing up even more.

Esther- used to be my friend. Today when she said 'can we be friends again"- I said shut up i don't care. Pathological liar. self-proclaimed satanist etc etc. Everyone in the building hates her because she complains about noise- for instance during another flats Christmas dinner. it was too rambunctious apparently. I could go on.

Lee- He's black. moved into pauls room. I cant ever understand a damn thing he says. Him and Sarah talk about religion. he likes it to be very clean and very quiet. He's just kind of there and I try to avoid talking to him because i get really fucking confused. we clearly have nothing in common.

Veronica- pretty much as normal as far as I can tell. tries to get along with everyone. probably thinks we are all insane. Studies art history as well. no complaints with her really. i mean she could binge drink more often but i dunno if thats a complaint or not.

Thank god Tovah left otherwise this place would be an insane asylum.

Paul-ex flatmate- moved because of Esther. Is really dim but in an endearing way. can be annoying as hell when he wants to. Eats only things made in his George Foreman grill

Adam- The only person I can talk to without feeling uncomfortable or irritated. He doesn't do anything except for eat all my food, trash our kitchen with the rugby team, and bone chixxx. for that and other reasons is Probs my Best Friend here are goldsmiths. We think everyone sucks except for ourselves.

so thats what i got. the flat of the most poorly matched individuals you could imagine. Thank God for adam or I would have gone mental or moved out by now.


oh and me and adam decided since Esther got away with religious harassment that its okay to harass our housemates so we are planning on harassing them. Roofie party perhaps. Anything goes! whoooooo

Im Not Coming Back

Why is there a course in the the SU art history department called Vampires and Dangerous Women!!!!!!
I wanted to drop out and permenantly transfer to Goldsmiths when I read this. Im trying to look for classes that will prepare me for the real world and build a career from them- not enrich my love for Twighlight. I think I would take this course if it was called something else. But otherwise it is just shamefull. I am wondering if my advisor who is teaching the course is on board with the whole new wave of vampire bullshit. or if she is just thinking that the art history students are to a dispostion of such low taste that it would take mention of vampires to get them to sign up for her classes. WTF im pissed. Fuck you SU!!!

Sandbags needs to stop sexing up alaskan babies and recruiting D1 $luts to bring in $$$$. And The art History department needs to fucking stop sourcing their research from the Twighlight series.

Im really upset on both accounts.

Im not coming back.

WWJD/ LIVE SEX SHOW XXXX

I realize my blogs are beginning to have nothing to do with London life but more just me being retarded. im sorry to disapoint anybody. But I have to continue this trend with another blog about the most hilarious thing i have ever seen in my life/ most random night.

pt.I he was either on Meth,Deaf and dumb, or just actually insane, or drunk beyond the point of repair.

First off I was at the Hobgoblin with my friend and this rastafarian guy came kept staring in our direction and then started walking towards us. we were both fearing that he was headed towards us. so he tried to talk to us and we were cold. sorry rasta man.
That was fine- I mean at least he could communicate.
A while later this guy comes to sit down at the table next to ours. Instantly I know how is fucking insane. He sat down in the chair. and then got up repositioned it facing another way and then another way and did this like 10 times in the course of 2 minutes. Then he was like waving and we realize to nobody and then flipping off and making an angry face- also to nobody. This becomes a bit interesting to watch. We dont want to catch his gaze because obviously he would start to interact with us. Next he takes two glasses which were on his table from the people there before him and both still had some of the drink left in it. he puts it on our table and goes SHHHHHhhhhh- like dont tell motion. Still trying to ignore him. After a few more minutes of him repositioning his chair and flipping off nobody he scoots his chair towards our table. Fuckin shit. I knew this would happen. He introduces himself to us. even though i couldnt understand a damn thing he was saying. I cant really explain his mode of communication because it was like random words hand motions and made up sign language. I dont know if he was deaf or just pretending to be. He then picks up the two leftover drinks and drinks most of one and then offers it to me. I of course am laughing at him because well what the fuck is he doing offering me a drink that someone else left on his table. obviously im flatteerd and want to drink it. not. anyway he keeps drinking those second hand drinks and then tries to grab my cell phone. i grab it first and then he starts directing his index finger towards my ribs and/or chest. i lean away and tell him not to touch me. he realizes he is being a huge creep and covers his mouth as in ooops! afew more minutes of the most awkward human to human interaction you can imagine and then we get up and leave.

Pt. II- a real live(and free) sex show in G-block!

So im headed back to my flat and I run into my friend luke and he invites me to a party in one of the flats in our building. I decide to check it out-why not. Its apparently a birthday party. the birthday girl is really excited that im there and starts pouring me drinks immediatly. she is clearly wasted though. I meet some more people that are actually awesome and nice. But I cant help but notice this one girl who is wearing a thin white t-shirt dress thing. No tights or shoes though. and she is like dry hummping,rubbing up on everyone,grabbing people. clearly soooo fucked. I was like wow this is great. And another mentions that she thinks this girl is straight out of American Pie. and apparently she had just recently put on underwear and had been flashing her vag to everyone and basically put her bare ass up on people.I think this is so hilarious.
I go outside for a bit and hear a few people mention that things are getting a bit out of hand upstairs. I imagine it has to do with this girl who is basically naked and rubbing her vag on people. Someone says " people should be paying to see whats going on up there". So I head up after a while and go into the kitchen where I see -
This large bald guy with his back to the oven and the crazy drunk girl along with this other girl Jen who is always there with her fucking tits all over the place. well now she is wasted out of her mind. both of them have that blank stare that means they are clearly blacked out. and now they are like grinding on this guy like mad. it was disgusting. It looked like a low class rap video. he was grabbing their crotches and tits and jens skirt was like up to her neck and her white top had tons of red wine spilt all over it. they are like licking him etc. I mean it was like is this actually happening. look away. cant stop looking. Many referred to it as a car crash.
The guy vladimir had a band-aid on his head. So he was either a robot that had been probed through the head or had some weird scar he was covering up. I just wish I would have taken a picture of the whole thing. So gross. So funny.
Bar none the most masogynistic moment I have ever witnessed.
I wanted to puke all over vladimir. it was just so funny. And I saw that girl today and just gave her the weirdest look. I wonder if she can even remember that I witnessed her vag attack dance.

Otherwise my weekend was rather chill.
Saw the Altermodern exhibit at the Tate Britain Triennial yesterday. It was rather thought provoking. Im sure no one gives a shit. But the artist who intrugued me the most -Lindsay Seers I found out is a part-time lecturer at Goldsmiths for the MA art program. That was cool. I might try to find her.

Went to two more exhibits today. Im cramming as much in as possible before I leave. and procrastinating my final assesments to a scary point. I will have a like ten days off for reading week so i am doing my best to get shit done then.
Its raining so shitty--I just dont want to go to the library. But told my self I would! There is a party next door.uhhhh i hate making such choices.
I need a way to make good choices.
This is probably when people would use the WWJD tactic?
Jesus would probs go to the library.
Im going to start using that one on myself. I wonder if i can find one of those cool wristbands that has WWJD on it. I remember how rampantly popular they were when iwas like 12. I never had one. Nows the time!

im like so what im drunk

Gil was right when she said that my blogs are getting shorter and less coherent--but then again so is my life. Going to show that my blogs are a true reflection of myself.
Enough about that shit

so in like 2 weeks im going with my German friend Karen to Scotland. Despite everyone telling me that Glasgow is a shithole I dont care Im going. We are going to Glasgow and Edinburgh. Im so fucking broke it aaaint a joooke. but seriously it sucks.
I think that will be one of the few trips i do this term. That and going to meet up with Rochelle for a few days in Berlin. that should be the shittttt. I love Germany and Berlin is Epic. I hope its ready for us. But im going like a week before i come home so its going to the most hectic time of my life. finishing papers, research files and packing. of course i make the responsible decison of spending 5 days in berlin amongst all that. Ill probably be kicking myself. Whateverrrr

Im trying to cram in a few day trips as well. Getting out of bed and making my way to the kitchen before the sun goes down is hard enough. but im going to try my best and make it to these places:
Brighton
Oxford
Manchester
Bath

sounds simple- but in my life of not getting anything done its quite a challenge.
But for now it is time for pound a pint followed by whip it at the amersham- a friday night classic.
Too bad the american Beezies went to amsterdam this weekend so i cant be entertained by making fun of them tonight. well shit. I hope they end up wandering the streets high off their juicy couture pajama asses at 4 am in Amsterdam just like me! Otherwise their trip will not be a sucess.

to kick off the weekend me and Adam listened to Ignition by R.Kelly.
Its the freakin weeken

I wish I could get written up again so I could use the lines from that song when they ask me what happened.
-its the freakin weeken
-gonna have me some fun
-getting buzzed off of coke and rum
-im like so what im drunk

case closed

bluhhhhhh booozey cruisey
club sandwich.
uhhhh
adam was wasted. towards the end of the night me and adam crummped on the dance floor. i couldnt stop laughing and lost my voice. please imagine two white skinny kids crumping. so amazing
wtf
i just came home and ate
1hot dog
2 slices of bread with pasta sauce
2 chocolate mousse cups

what am i doing with my life.

people keep asking me if i miss america.
fuck no.
fuckin shit is too legit here
but i do miss those fiends back home

holy shit its spinny.

fuuuucl

Yeah cool snow-Dont give a shit!

it snowed. A lot. The most snow that London has seen in 18 years.
I dont give a shit. Now im stranded in New Cross for the 3rd day and cant even go to the library to get shit done. This fuckin sucks. I think I am the only one who has not been outside playing in the fucking freezing cold snow for the past 72hours straight.To top it off- I didnt even go outside and I got sick.

A Week in Review

Monday
The UPs and Downs of living with a Satanist----
Well the first up is that.....mmmmm
okay scratch that. The downside to liveing with a self procalimed satanist/compulsive liar/ex-goth/niece of Goldfrapp are as follows

Spins Lies like a spider on crack would spin webs.
So heres a fun story. Its a long story and I am just going to cut to the chase.
Esther is a satanist. Sarah lives next door to her. they were friends. the flat was living in harmony. happiness and unison. until.....

Esther and Sarah were friends as far as any normal person could tell. They spent hours in the kitchen talking and exchanging stories. etc. they lived next door to eachother and made friends at the beginning of the year because they both didnt go out much. The only thing that really divided the friendship was the fact that Sarah was a devout-yet humble christian. Esther on the other hand loved to speak of her self-proclaimed devoition to satanic worship.
I kind of thought it was retarded so didnt think about it much- Despite everyone telling me that Esther is a crazy bitch and I am an idiot for giving her the time of day. I would say this all started simmering around last Thursday night. Esther had stayed up well past her bed-time with Adam and I and began telling us all kinds of things that made her look like a proper tool and were obvious blatant lies- here are some as follows-
-i lost my virginity at 12
-slept with 23 people since then
-had sex with one of my current professors
-frequent S&M clubs in central london.

thats great. Adam was like she is complete freak. and got away and went to bed. But then Esther had to confide in me how hurt she was that adam was making fun of her for what she had revealed to us. Then she began telling me that she couldnt stand being friends with Sarah anymore. She felt that she was being untrue to the church of satan by putting up with people poking fun at her. instead of having a jolly little banter with someone when they poke fun at her she thought screaming that them and punching them would be a more devout option. I was trying to listen to this and explain that sometimes you cant take things too serisouly and that she should stand up for herself but not in that way. then she went off again on sarah and said that she wants to just lash out at her and tell her just how she feels- by saying really horrible things and putting her down for being naive and not doing things like everyone else. What bothered her most is that Sarah is Christian and she couldt believe that she was friends with a Christian. I tried so hard to swallow all of this and not tell Esther off right then and there. I really should have. But it was late and i wanted her to shut-it so i could go to bed. So i was like-- no dont be mean to sarah, just make some more friends and spend less time with her.

so the weekend goes by.Sarah goes away on a christian retreat. Esther goes home as she does each weekend. I keep dwelling on this conversation. How am I friends with someone who thinks like this? I know I am a rude and callous bitch at times but it is never unsubstantial and I have so much compassion for people that most people would never imagine. Also,I couldnt imagine any of my friends ever saying anything like this. I was fundamentally bothered by acting like I was okay with the things Esther was telling me. She was confiding in me so i felt like i couldnt just turn my back on her. And I am usually rather invested into friendships. I wanted to be a good friend but then I had this feeling that I was being untrue to myself. And one of my guiding life principles is to first and foremost be true to myself and not take shit from anyone. But i concluded that I couldnt be friends with her anymore. Well I could be her friend but i had no reason to spend so much time with her and could not be her confidant any longer. It was too hard for me. So i began casually distancing myself.

Monday-Loring Hall G5A -Jerry Springer take 1.
Im at the library. Sarah texts me. Esther is being really angry towards me.
Shit- what do you want me todo?
Well no not like that Iw as just wondering if you knew why.
She said you offeneded her when you told her to turn off her blasphemous music this morning.
What? No i didnt ever say that. Weird.
Well she got angry because I called her out for being rude while you and your friend were in the kitchen.
Yeah she is being mean all day. I just dont know why.
So i say okay DONT TALK TO HER. just wait till Adam and I come back and we will all sort this out.

I already imagined her lashing out at sarah and didnt want this to happen. I knew if sarah talked to her that it would spark something. so i told her just stay put. Then I got back a few hours later. I hear esther screaming. Or crying. I dont know both. So i call adam and say get here now or im going to go and deal with this myself.
He says he will be ten minutes and not to do anything.
My temper was getting really out of control now.
Adam comes back and we are in the kitchen talking and i explain the situation with sarah and esther since we talked. Then sarah walks in she is shaking and has her things and said she is leaving to spennd the night at her friends.

oh my god. what happened. What did SHE DO?
apparently esther had been screaming through the wall at sarah things like
I cant live next to that christian bitch.
I want to burn all the churches
I want to watch her burn in hell
Screaming these things.
this is what i heard down the hall in my room.
when sarah says this i started walking towards the door and was serisouly going to slap Esther across the face. Adam stopped me. Me and him were sooooo pissed. We were ready to take all of her stuff and just through it outside and tell her to get the fuck out of our flat. So adam calls the Residence assistants.
one public safety guy comes up and two RA's. The public safetty guy is this huge black guy. like a body guard. we begin to explain the whole situation. Sarah is crying too hard and cant talk. Esther casually walks in and grabs a glass of water. she looks all confused. oh whats going on?
YOUR A FUCKING CUNNT THATS WHATS GOING ON. they told me not to talk anymore.
it turned into a full fledged jerry springer outbreak with the security guard telling me to calm down and shut the fuck up essentially. and then Esther begins to stage a panic attack. Adam laughs from how shocked he is. and I pretty much add to this by saying stop faking you asshole. and then she starts scratching herself,pulling her hair, breathing hard, saying I want my MOMMY. blahhh blahh.
im like shut up Esther. And then they make me and Adam leave.
Poor sarah was in complete shock. and went to stay with another friend in her flat. and so now Adam and are on a mission to get Esther moved out. I think she is a pathological liar which is something that I really dont understand. Like how lame is your life that you have to constantly make more and more shit up to feel okay about it.
I dunno. I dont get it.

Anyhow the rest of the week was quite good actually.
TUES
I went to a short film festival in Shoreditch. You might find yourself in this area if you are in your late 20s a young professional in an artistic field. Go out often to swanky bars and still do coke on a regular basis as an attempt at rejuvination. So there I was at shoreditch at a bar/restaurant which used to be a warehouse - a theme common for renovation of now hip places for locals to go. The short films were quite good actually. I liked that they were short cause i get bored easily. Also the whole thing was hosted by a midget. I think they thought it was quite clever for a short film festival. I would hate my life if i was only asked to host events where something short or little was part of the theme. I think he is one of those midgets that gets laid a lot though. still it was weird and I was kind of scared of him. Im sorry is that rude. because when he ran up on stage i didnt even notice and got scared.

This was Tuesday on...

Wednesday afternoon I was done with all my classes for the week and the weekend had began.
I went with a few people from the flat above mine to go to this club called Shunt. I had heard a lot about this venue lately. It is located in the Underground station for London Bridge. I would always see huge lines when I was in the station on weekends. Turns out this place has a new theme every few months. Like it is taken over by different groups for a few months and them completley changed. This theme was for the international mime festival. It was so totally unique/legit. Tons of weird shit. Like a haunted house that was a club/gallery. I loved it.


Afterwards people went their own ways to other clubs or home and me Freddie and Karen were like fuck it were not going home yet. So we went into Soho. It was a wednesday night which means CHEAPSKATES. fromer strip club now just dance club every night has student night with rediculously cheap drinks. Good times there. two creeper guys I saw last time I was there were there again- in the same spots. I shamelessly took a picture of one of them.
Then as cheapskates was dwindling down we decided that it was food time. we are in Chinatown and went to find some chinese yumsters. This guy comes up to us and tries to sell us crack or EX. Im like no dude we're good. Then Freddie for some reason decides to go even further and starts arguing with him. I cant remember exactly why. But he basically was walking down the street yelling- I can get more PUSSY than you could ever dream of!!! ---obviously. then we went into a nice sit down chinese restaurant. WASTED. the guy somehow comes in there like 20 minutes later. tells us not to piss him off and has to persuade the waiters to give him a table. We massacre our food. Freddie falls down the stairs while going to the bathroom. We fall asleep on the bus back-but make it home safe and sound.


Thursday-- uh I dont even remember what I did. oh yeah slept all fucking day and then ate indian food.

Friday-My friend Karen and I decide to go out. The americans she lives with are complete tool bags. Like serisouly give americans a bad rep. I pretty much laugh at them every time we are in the same proximity because they are so retarded. I tried being their friend but then realized the destruction of my personality that would occur by doing so was not worth it. anyhow they are all at the Hobgoblin. I dont know why but all the Americans love to go to the Hobgoblin. ITs like their sanctuary. Its nice and good for a pint- but not where I want to spend each weekend especially when London is at my disposal. Anyhow the flatmates are gone so me and Karen do some drinking. Her flatmate Julian invites us to go to a club in central where one of his friends is the DJ that night. I think it was called Life. I drank a very Russian quanity of vodka and the rest of the night was a blur. I do recall though that the club was ASian. Well japanese I think. Me and karen were among the few non-asian girls there. But asians know how to party and how to make insane techno mixes while showing projections of baby fetuses and such. And I kept stealing wasabi nuts from the bar. I was hungover for the entirety of the next day. Asian Invasion got me again.

Saturday- Again sleep all day. feel like a complete asshole for my lack of getting anything done. Me and Karen are worked from the night before so we decide to go to a movie in Central and avoid the party that is happening at the hobgoblin for fear of seeing alcohol/ the American beezies. We find a theatre in Soho and go see the Wrestler. Its sooo good! and fucking hilarious. Except for some gorey parts like when mickey rourke gets attacked with a staple gun in the ring. I really recommend it.

Sunday 2:52 pm-
Just woke up and am finishing this blog and decided how useless I will be today. I actually think I should just go to the Library and work on the presentation I have on Wednesday. I am horrible at presenting and this event should make from some blatantly awkward moments. But also Im deliberating going to a market or something because its actually quite nice out. Take that back its actually windy as shit---but still looks sunny. actually its like raining sideways. okay staying inside. I also woke up because I had a nightmare that Esther tried to attack me and bite me vampire style. Yikes.

Lucky for me Immigrants dont qualify as White Trash!!

I am doing a report on white trash for my postcolonialsim course. I am finding some really hilarious things in my research. But im also relizing that i thing ethnic slurs are the funniest things ever. I found an A-Z index of them online and couldnt stop laughing. I think people shouldnt get offended by these things. I am probably wrong in saying this. But thats what I think. And I am often reffered to as a Yank here in London and I find it hilarious.

oh it reminded me of last summer when I visited San Diego and we were at Chris's house and were playing scatagories but making up our own and we did Racial Slurs. That was the funniest time ever. Chris obviously won and that is why I love him dearly. Jeff used slurs from like hamurabi's code or the fucking rosetta stone. like Slurs that haven't been heard or used in like 10 million years. more confusing than offensive.

Another conclusion- I will only be friends with people if they allow me to use racial slurs in addressing them. Why else would i be friends with james/win the most racist award when we went camping. I wish I had some Arab friends because I really like the term Towel Head.

Why is pseudo-racism/biggotry so funny? any ideas?

A Proper Lesson on Cider

It is 1:17 Am. I have two classes tomorrow and i still havent done the reading for either. wonderful. I am still a master of procrastination.

I watched the Obama Innaguration today at the student union. I am missing such big parts of american history. I guess I watched it on tv like everyone else so its more or less the same thing. Actually the Goldsmiths students were really excited about the innaguration and tons of them showed up to watch it. It reminded me of when I was in Prague for the Election and only one bar was showing the election coverage and it was all full of Americans. I feel like an EX-Pat. For once i feel excited for the future of the US. My dad told me that when I first came to the airport in Ireland even before we landed in the US i said- Look there is lots of really nice toys here so we must be in America. This is pretty much still my idea of freedom.
nice stuff= freedom/liberty/justice

Next day--

So yesterday I went to pound a pint- why do i go its never a good idea. i just drink cider and feel full and boozey. Also Americans do not understand the concept of cider. It is in fact an alcoholic drink. not martinellis sparkling cider. There are in England many varieties of Cider as there is beer. Cider is stronger than Beer and tastes like sour apples not in a candy way. There is also white cider-which is even stronger and tastes basically like wine but is sold in 2 liter bottles and makes me vomit. Also one of the varieties of it is called Diamond White- named after a stripper im guessing.
But cider can also be made with pears. Here at Goldsmiths we have the tradition of Strongbow cider with Blackcurrent syrup in it. This mixture makes for a bright red drink that tastes like yummy candies and gets you fucked off your ass if taken in quickly enough. causes hiccups though. Mat seemed to really enjoy it when he was here. Girls who cant handle the taste of alcohol often drink this beverage. Mat CAN handle his booze so it doesnt apply to him.

Right okay so I met this girl named Christina who is Asian!! whoa weird coincidence. but she goes to Berkely for politics so i think the similiarities stop about there. except she likes to drink actually. I was going somewhere with this....cant remember.

I also really like British desserts its all pudding and mouse and whip cream with cake layered together. that is basically my idea of the best yumster ever!! everything pilled together!!!

oh right- so what I miss the most from the US- or rather the west coast.
PABST!!!!! what the fuck i miss that shit so much!!! I learned that amstel was the founder of pabst. coool.. but i have been drinking Stella a lot-i reallylike it. Also its stronger. I am thinking about going to Dublin- where i am determined to enjoy Guinness so far i think it tastes like moldy bread.
And MEXICAN FOOD!! I miss shitty= good mexican food soooo much. Taco Bell does not exist here. Mexicans do not exist here. I think I already mentioned this in another blog but my craving has yet to be satiated.
I expect burritos and pabst when i get back.
cheesy fiesta. maybe its better this way so my clothes dont have greasy bean stains on them that look like a pile of shit landed on me which inevitably happens when i eat burritos. the burritos poop on me!

Also I watched the film Eraserhead. I like David Lynch but everytime I see one of his films all I can think is -what the fuck dude??!!- like what is going on. why does the baby have to some freakish monster thing. parenting is hard enough in a gloomy world. If any of you are interested in being confused and perhaps uncomfortable i recommend:
Blue Velvet
Twin Peaks-Fire walk with me
Mullholland Drive
and finally.... Eraserhead

unless your James and your a sick fuck so you watch blue velvet like its your job. I used to recommend movies to my mom that James had told me about and she was under the impression that james only liked films about pedophilia. hahahahahahahahah.He was still welcome in our house. I could go on with more rascist comments but i will just stop now.

Well thats pretty much my life for now. Its wednesday afternoon and my weekend has officially begun. I am innagurating my weekend with a proper nap time.

I miss everyone!! EVERYONE!!

Sisterhood of the Traveling Filthy Santa Hat

I am so very bored!
So I was thinking how much longer do I have to be in this shit-hole. Justkidding I London is amazing but I am in New Cross and I miss all of my friends soo much. I need to keep busy- good thing i can blog. wow my life sucks.
So i wanted to make a countdown clock widget for my screen so i can think how long each day is. so first off 68 days till i get back. I missed the 69 point. that should have been a celebration. Lets see and as i was looking at the countdown things people had designed i noticed some people are even more pathetic than I am- someone made a countdown until the new chronicles of narnia movie comes out. a specific program designed just for this very purpose. I feel better knowing that my countdown is when I have a restored social life. whearas a countdown to Prince Caspian coming out is like a countdown to when your life will become even more pathetic.

i went to a vintage store with esther that had a sale where you buy a bag and put everything in it that you can and all you pay for is the size of the bag. at the end we filled it up quite well but there was still some room left so i put in the most disgusting thing there that was a santa hat that covered in sparkles and made of pure polyester. it was dirty on the white part and had plastic stars sewn onto it. This was probably worn by a stripper in a sexy santa costume. So i think i can put it to pretty good use. I told esther that it could be like our friendship token. A sisterhood of the traveling filthy santa hat.
The store was in Brick Lane- this is a nice area. it is quite post-industrial I feel like oliver twist probably lived somewhere around that area. And I think that Jack the Ripper found most his victims in this area. its kind of been made into some hip place but not quite it still has all of its shitty dirty appeal to it. and has also become overrun by people from India. So its hip and diverse! I was impressed. Still more places in London that i have yet to discover. This blows my mind. I am currently composing a list.

When Mat was here and we were looking for a place to go in central london one night we kept getting harassed to go to this place called Zoo BAr. or maybe it was when i was with elisabeth. its a blur . but it is known for being disgusting. well trashy i guess its better way to put it. I never imagined myself going in there. But i went along with adam and his friends and his friends girlfriend Freddie who i met a few days prior at the student union. We bonded as friends because she squeeled with delight that I went to school in seattle- not because of kurt kobain- but because of Fraiser.
Anyhow we ended up in leicster square at zoo bar because they let us in for free- it was like a wednesday though so its not like we got a super sweet deal.
I was super drunk and dont remember much. just that adam doesnt let me dance with rapists. I cant talk shit on him in my blog since he knows the address for it. I will just save that for another time.

anyhow zoo bar was gross- i hate clubs. where are all the normal people??
i went back alone because i got confused and crossed the street when they all went to burger king. and didnt want to bother finding them again. so i just took a bus home. so this is becoming too common of an occurance for me. I fell asleep on the bus- missed my stop and ended up in Peckham Bus Garage at like 3 am. LEts just say you dont want to be there once the sun sets. And then had to take another bus to get home and still got off at the wrong stop. i somehow should have been raped by now or need to learn my lesson.


oh and my friend jess did ketamine- ho tranq. thiss week so i had to take care of her earlier this week. im pissed about it because i know she wouldnt do shit for me. things like this make having friends far away so hard. because at home i wouldnt be taking care of this skanky bitch i would be making fun of her when she fell over while trying to be sexy so that the bouncer could let her in.
I have decided to stay clear of her for the rest of my time here.
I hope people still read this shit because otherwise im jjust talking to myself and then i might as well just get a prince caspian countdown clock.

more updates

New Cross= current home



Paul is moving out.He is currently in the process. Though we are not being civil to one another I think it is for the best. His first step was to take his disgusting George Foreman grill dripping with grease and steak bits and move it to the flat next door. according to Adam they dont want him in their either. Well dont really care. I wonder if we will get a new person and how soon. This is exciting. I met the girl who just moved in to the room next door. she is also studying Art History. She was wearin Dr. Martins with semi-flared jeans. I really try not to judge people. I had those same shoes circa 1996. I will forgive her for these small things- but she still has to prove herself AKA get wasted and make a fool of herself. This really brings people together.

I have started this quarter on an optimistic note. I am trying my best to make more friends. Last term I was mostly with Americans Beth and Katie- who I already miss very much. They were my age and werent freshman so we had much in common. Oh and they like to drink.

I have decided that guys are just shit friends and you have to accept it. Like they are really fun and good to spend time with but will ultimatly not be there like a girl friend would. I am accepting this. Adam told me I apparently yell when its loud. Correction- when im drunk.
so he kept telling me to stop talking whenever one of his rugby friends would ask me a question. Im sorry but im sure they would rape me in two seconds so if I want to yell and be awkward I think I have a right.

I am starting 2 new classes. Goldsmiths is really organized. I dont even know when one of the classes meets or where the classroom is. Additionally I think it conflicts with another one of my classes so I might not even be able to take it. Wonderful- well done Goldsmiths.
Its okay I love this school anyhow. If I could just somehow move it to Seattle or just have it switch places with SU that would be perfect. Too bad I have people I care about back in Seattle/the USA so I cant really stay here.

oh and I am qucikly running myself into debt. Yaaay! Spending well into my student loan before I have even received it. In response to this and my high demand for booze. I have worked out a diet for myself until I come back. it involves pasta, salami sandwiches and yogurt. supplemented by beer.

My Grandma is in the hospital for a broken hip. I am so sad about this. I am not even very close with my grandma but I love her so much-I just dont know how to show it. Its really hard being all the way over here not knowing whats going on and all that. I hate it the most. If anything bad happens to my family I cant just fly back. Ugh I hate thinking about it.
Jeff also is in the hospital. This makes it even worse. Already worrying about my Grandma and then I get a message from Jeff saying he is going to the ER. He had to wait at Harborview for hours and those assholes wouldnt treat him. I was getting so frustrated on the phone with him because I couldnt be there and I knew that if I was I would have told him hours earlier that they need to get their shit together or that he would go somewhere else. Of course the health center wont do shit and recommends harborview. note- never listen to the health center. So I told jeff to go to Swedish where emergencies are treated as such. And the latest I heard he went there and is getting treated. I dont like being far awaaay because I would take charge and take care of Jeff and stick it to harborview. fuckers.

im also really glad to hear the our president at Seattle University --Sandbags as I lovingly call him has been charged in a case involving like 50 accounts of child molestation. Some people dont believe me when I say I can predict things about the future. not in like a psychic way but using my own intuition about things. And I totally saw it coming! Im not even kidding. I was just waiting for something to be revealed about him.
I usually just predict negative things. I have a cynical intuition. Like I KNEW 100% that Jackie would come back to SU from UCLA even before she left. But didnt say anything because at the time it would have been considered negative- but now its positive and im so happy shes back. But i knew it! so heres what im really saying everyone should always listen to ME and if I say someones a pedophiliac pervert then its true!
okay good.

Now Heres some PICS that are totally random and have no sequence

Mat pole dance with a straight up BEEZIE.



New Cross



Sangria!! in spain


Ansterdam- Rijksmuseum


New Years Eve in Madrid


Baby in a bar!!!


A nice replica of Velázquez' classic painting



Elisabeth and Luke!