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Tues-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Getting into the habit of studying has proven to be immensely difficult. I spent my evening in the library- Im always the last out and this Indian guy always has to come and tell me their closing and waits for me to get my stuff and locks the doors of the floor im on. Then as I walk past the student union - around midnight- i see that the bouncers are taking the barriers back in. Why do they have bouncers for pound a pint/ pub quiz night? I am confused by this. Then I hear students screaming like drunk assholes from the balcony. I put up my hood in fear of getting beer or cigarette ashes on my head.This is student life.I love this school. I hate the freshmen. They dont do shit. Thank god my classes are with 2nd and 3rd years. Luckily I got put in the flat which (much to adams and pauls dismay) isnt the drunken baby whore party flat. I can actually go to sleep without be lulled by beats of some shitty techno.Adam and Paul are both looking to move out at the end of the term. I doubt either of them will take enough initiative to do it- given the amount of effort they put into everything else. But if so i might get a new set of flatmates. or just be left with Sarah and Esther. For someone wanting to -College Lyyyfe Experience- This would be a disaster. for me this would be preferable.Before kids come to college they should give them a crash course on binge drinking. or how to binge drink and not be a complete ass. these are all very important things to learn. some of which i still am working on mastering.I went to the Tate Modern yesterday. I really like the museum. It is a place where you can just go and relax. entry is free and they also have loads of places outside the exhibits to just sit or whatnot. I went to an exhibit by Cildo Meireles. He is a Brazilian artist. Mostly conceptual work- with very strong political messages. I wasnt expecting it at all but i was blown away by the exhibit. It was like a playground for my senses. Most of the installations absorbed me completely. Like I was being digested by the work.If you have any interest in art and shit like that you should look into his work.Mr.Will Segerstrom has started a blog. After getting drunk almost every night and sending me messages on skype which i would read the next morning- I thought perhaps these wonderful bits of consciousness-or lack of- should be transposed to a more formal place. BLOG!! its great. If you enjoy seeings others sucking at life you should also look into his work:whiskeyandcorndogs.blogspot.comWeds----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I spent all day in class or at the library.When I came out into the day it was already dark. It gets dark here around 4:45. I have often slept through a whole day or not seen daylight. Spring better be fucking rainbows-buttercups and puppies around here. If i get through winter and am not severely affected by seasonal depression- i expect spring to be nothing less of a puppy/kitty balloon parade. After classes and meeting with one of my professors. I went to camden arts centre. They are having an exhibit on Wallace Berman. He was in the 60s LA art scene. Something that Dr. Allen had glorified given it was the topic of his dissertation. So it was interesting to see some of these works. I noticed they all have a very fleeting characteristic to them. Like the shelf life is very short. They are collages of various media. They look very aged now. I think its interesting that the artist didnt try to make them something that can be perserved for a very long time. Like an old newspaper that will fall apart in your hands. The works kind of had that feeling to them. Anyhow that was fun. Then I did some work and went to sleep. I was planning to get some work done today. I somehow slept through class. so mad at myself. and continued sleeeping all day. I dont understand how my body allows me to sleep so much. Tonight beth, katie and I are going out. we worked hard this week!! katies friends are in town!! all reasons to celebrate.
why is the rap breakdown of the City High song so good.I dont even care about London Life. All i wanna do is make raps that are inspired by City High.Gloria came to visit this weekend. it is soooo goood to see familiar faces. not that its unfamiliar for me here. But its like i can be the retard i am back home and not confuse people.I am still working on uploading pics from Prague.Tovah is yelling at someone on Skype. This is fun. It really is like life in the projects...is that rude.When I was in Prague I realized I love old men. Yeah. I am the next anna nicole smith. except my tits are bigger.So we went on this pub crawl thing. There was not many of us. I dont really remember who was with us aside from me katie and Beth. We met this girl Lucy from our hostel. She was really awesome. they thought she was a dyke....i assured them that she was just Australian. which proved to be true when she went home with a Nigerian man.right so. We were at one of the pubs. I was getting bored and just sitting. All the sudden I tell Beth to go take a picture of me and this random old man that i spotted. I decided I needed to kiss him and that she needed to take a picture. He didnt mind. Quite friendly actually. So I never hit on people my age but just try to kiss 75 year olds. it works. The next day I was trying to find a museum- I was by myself. Then all the sudden I found that a retired old man was trying to help me find my way. I think he came out of nowhere. He defiantly didnt disappear as quickly as he appeared. I think he guided me for like 40 minutes. I was scared he was going to go all the way to the museum with me. This is what retired men do- seek out young girls who travel on their own. He was not creepy in the slightest. He wasnt very helpful either. I find in travels that old people are the ones most willing to help- but also the most useless. I am going to post pics....soon. I have less than a month till the end of the term. my time here is going quick- sitting around in my room eating yumsters for the majority of it doesnt help either. I made a new drink last night.Absinth-Vodka-Redbull-Fanta.Some people use the same ingredients to make meth. I just drink it. It was not so bad. Me Glo-Beth, Katie, Adam and his friend dan went to soho last night. its a cool area. Lots of people all over the place. It was either very blurry there or i was just rather drunk. Gloria insists my dance moves were more ridiculous than ever. Katie and Beth claim that someone tried to dance with me and adam physically cock-blocked them. Fact or Fiction? I think I had fun. Drinks are expensive there. This is really how it must be done. Chug a liter of gasoline before going into club- you will be well fucked for the rest of the night. sounds like somebody is crumping upstairs. I want to master the moves of crumping. Still going to kill Paul. Yeah that about sums it up.
I have finally gotten myself into a reasonable sleeping schedule. I got to bed before 2 am. Last night went to bed at like 11:30- its 7:30 and im awake. Of course instead of doing my reading for class im blogging. whatevaaa.Miss my friends so hard right now. Im seriously getting so sick of everyone here. I get along with Eshter in my flat. thats it. Then there are the American Girls- they are leaving in a month though. I either need to start making more friends or perhaps be content with solitude. I actually am going to do that maybe. Once im back in Seattle I know it will all change!! I dont mind it. But i do get bothered when i enter into these aliented states. Seasonal affective disorder- ruining my life---im just trying to live it. haLike i mentioned previously. I fucking love London. New Cross disguises how amazing London is. But once you get out of New Cross and into Central- Its like a whole new world---magic carpet ride.It is so beautiful. I hate looking like a tourist and stopping to gawk at the city scape. so i try to bustle along like all the locals- but then realize i dont know where im going and get confused. I fuckin love this city. Dont worry Seattle Im going to come back. I think im getting sick. My glands are swollen. and body aches. Gloria is coming for the weekend. Shit!! i cant get sick. We have to own-----i will just take airborne bongs and drink 69 redbull. perfect!! I will feel amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then die. miss everyone!! its nice to hear from people
I was thinking that since Seattle University switched ranks in divisions that we should also find a more suiting mascott. I was thinking we could be the D1 Sluts. I think it would be more representative of the student body--especially the incoming freshman puzz that seem to be out of control and raging with hormones.Gatorade will do that. Im surprised how the D1 sluts have been scoring big with the older women. It means they know how to win big.I hate our school sometimes.Stephen Sandbags can suck my D1 Dick.I wanna stay at Goldsmiths. I miss everyone too much though. Goldsmiths has a giant metal sculpture on top of one of the art departments building. Very modern looking. I really like it.
Apparently they could have chosen between that sculpture or an Olympic sized pool. The student body chose the sculpture. This is exactly opposite to what our school did. I dont give a shit about sports--its all just about money. I feel as though goldsmiths is the kind of insitution I should be at- not D1 sluts university.Since I spent reading week in Prague I now have to lock myself in the library today to write a paper. I was inspired by a documentary I watched on Hunter S. Thompson and think I am going to construct a theory about His journalism in respects to the current state of the American Dream for my cities of modernity class. I still havent learned basic sentence structure. This is usually a problem in writing papers.I will post some things about my time in Prague later this week- look forward to:US Election in PraguePub-Crawl weirdnessover-stimulation by Czech Architecture/Art Bohemian Night life
My liver is currently in recession. On monday going to Prague.Have to write a paper between then and the Monday of next week. Shit fuck shit. Halloween party repeat tonight. went to a party in one of the flats. it was weird. okay. but weird. and some immigrant bitch kept stealing my vodka- like it was nothing. Then made my way over to a house party. wow it was weird. no it was okay. but not like house parties in the states. It was really chill and not loud. Music was only in the basement. the basement was basically a crack den. People trippin balls listening to techno. always a delight. Then some guys tried talking to me. great conversation starter----he told me he fisted miley sirus. then i made my way back into the kitchen. Tom Waits twin was there playing the guitar---so fuckin cracked out. he was seriously more cracked out than anyone i have ever seen. but his voice sounded just like tom waits...how do you fuck up your lungs like that before your even thirty. jesus. then some albino guy asked me why i was wearing a coat. well i said this is my party outfit...a coat and a scarf. he told me to take off my coat. i unzipped it. then i had a t-shirt on underneath. he asked is that all your wearing....uhhhm yeah. then he tried me to make my shirt more slutty by trying to pull the shoulders down....so i smacked his hand away and left the room.fuckin albinos. then some fuckin wiggers were there. i cant even describe this. but if you have ever seen tha Ali G. show you will get the idea. then i was leaving some asshole grabbed my ass.....i turned around ...he asked where you going. Home. then he said shut up. Flipped him off and left. great place. yeah it was weird. London is full of interesting people. still trying to sort through everyone. Luckily adam was at the party babysitting as usual. I should start packing or something.
Im blogging too often now. my motto in life has become "BLOG THAT SHIT" when anything remotley interesting you must- Blog that shit! the most nerdy motto one could ever have...or has
Its 8 pm. Still in my pajamas. I was an Indie Indian for Halloween. Being a native was very tiring. Must have been all that tribal dancing. I wish I had a camera so bad because I saw some ridiculous costumes last night. This girl that was dressed as a legitimate indian kept coming up to me and telling me how much she liked my costume. hahaa As soon as my friend posts pics I will put them up. I also wanna see pictures of everyone elses costumes. I met some girls in the bathroom while I was tring to fix my indie headdress. One of them for some reason really loved my costume. She kept telling me how cool it was. She thought I was a "lost boy" like from Peter Pan. Then she asked me where I was from. I said I go to school in Seattle. Then everyone that walked into the Bathroom she told them that I was from Seattle. She must have been on ectasy or something. I cant imagine anyone being so excited about my colorful costume unless they were trippin balls. I think even people that were in stalls she would yell to them and tell them--hey this girl is from Seattle. WTF i dont get it. but her friends seemed pretty cool actually. Dunno if I would recognize if I saw them again or vice versa. The student union put on a Halloween event that was actually really cool. The bands were surprisingly much to my liking. They were so sick. except everyone was like" what is this music-its totally shit" "why dont they put on something we can dance to". Basically anything that isnt soldier boy, lil wayne or some other hip-hop trash people get pissed off cause they cant grind to it. whateverr. fuckin gay.i have ate a choclate trifle dessert today. and been drinking out of a 3 liter thing of cokemore updates later
