Saturday, January 30, 2010

I'm in denial

So I think I've developed an allergy to red wine, and I died a little inside by saying that. I love red wine.
Let me rephrase.

However, every time I've had it recently, I get major headaches and pretty much pass out before the night is through. This is not cool when you're on the dance floor of a kick-ass club.

So I've decided to give myself some time away from it.

The thing making this the hardest? I had a full bottle of wine sitting right in front of me that I haven't broken into yet. It's just staring at me....begging to be had.

So, I've had a long day-- spent all day in Lincoln (which was great, but I forgot my camera, so I'm waiting for everyone else to post pictures so I can steal them before posting about it) and am absolutely exhausted. Meaning...I can go ahead and indulge myself on at least half this bottle and pass out, which I probably would have done without the help of wine. Plus, the plan is to pass out before the migraine kicks in. Foolproof.


Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I didn't think it was THAT bad.

Anxiously awaiting the return of the essays that almost killed me the past few weeks, I can't help but laugh.

If only I had a cat that was so concerned with my academic endeavors. 

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Probably the best, but you might find better elsewhere.

I couldn't help but laugh and snap a photo as I passed this kebab place on my way home from Archway the other day.

If you can't read it, it says: "Archway Kebab House: Probably the Best Kebab in the UK." No need to commit, because you never know-- it might not actually be the best.

I came across this sign the other day after an day trip to Greenwich with my exchange students. It unfortunately wasn't the prettiest day for a trip to Greenwich, but we still enjoyed ourselves with the Painted Hall and of course a visit to the Greenwich market. You may be surprised to learn that I did not buy anything. Yay me!


Sunday, January 17, 2010

Long Weekends and Imagination

I have successfully made it through my two long weekends. Busy with essays, school, and work, and fraught with sickness for most of the holiday season I can't even remember the last day a lie in (Sorry, I couldn't help trying to sound like a proper Brit).

This is all about to change. I recently (indulgently) bought a a novel, which is the first since the summer. I don't manage well when I'm denied my escapism. I need the chance to allow my mind to wander, to live lives I'll never experience, in order to keep my sanity.

The book I stumbled across in the store is called The Palace of Illusions by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni. It is the story of the Mahabharata from the point of view of Draupadi, wife of the five Pandava brothers. Having studied the Mahabharata in my last undergraduate class, I love this retelling of the story with such vividness, but without the overwhelming thickness of most myths.

Insatiably drawn to stories of strong women, I find myself soaking up this story of one of the Mahabharata's strongest and bravest characters. This retelling makes her appear more human, who has desires like all the rest, and yet she is a character to respect-- willful, strong, and capable of wielding the power and authority only women may possess.

I find myself longing for this strength and will. To endure hardships and be free from the yearning to be needed. To survive and successfully change the course of history through pure resolve. This is my escapism.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Some dead guy built this. He's probably buried around here somewhere, everyone else is.

My essays are finally done! Woot! I can't remember the last time I've ever felt so relieved.

However, that relief didn't last too long as I've jumped right back into another busy work weekend. More students arriving to London and more exploring and sight seeing. (I love my job!) Today, we were scheduled to go visit Westminster Abbey. I went for the first time only last week with the first group that arrived and loved it. Beautiful stonework and more history than you can shake a stick at.

Having been only last week, I figure with today's group I'd just point out some of the really cool things and chill out and relax after letting the students loose. Wrong. Apparently, a guard overheard me pointing out things and approached us saying: "As a large group, you all have to stay together. You can't split up and you are in charge of them" all the while staring me down.

 Um, yikes! This meant that I got thrown into being a tour guide for Westminster Abbey after only being there once before! Now, I do love learning random bits of information and therefore had that going for me. I was able to point out some of the really cool stuff, but I'm afraid most of my tour-guiding sounded much like the following:

"This is a pretty cool room. There are some dead guys in there."
"This part of the Abbey was commissioned by some king and he died before it was completed." (Generally, a safe bet to say.)
"More dead dudes."
"This room is important for some reason or another. Can't you just feel the history!?"
"Oh, here are some more famous dead dudes." "Like who?" "Um, like that guy and you know that other famous guy. I think he was a king or something"

Classic. Just classic.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Updates coming soon, so just relax

Wheeee! Essay number one due for Monday is DONE! Well...rather, on paper. Gots to be edited (and as you can tell, my sense of the English language will make that really easi won't it?)
Sweet. With that down, I've got one to go and all weekend. Correction: some of the weekend.

At any rate, these are the reasons that I have not been good about posting. Will be back on top of my game soon, because I know you're all dying to know what I'm up to.


Monday, January 4, 2010

You'd think I was a hermit if you didn't know me better....or maybe you still do.

Instead of doing the brazillion (yes that's a word. It's a quantifier related to "brazilian". Basically it as many of something that equates to how much brazilian hurts. Following? Good.) things I need to do, I decided to get my daily dose of Facebook stalking.

For those of you who are friends with me on Facebook may have noticed that I do not have very many recent photos. In fact, there are two photos of me while I was in the hostel back in September and that's it for recent photos. That might lead you to believe that I have no social life. You may be correct in your assumption, but I think I'm in denial. I swear I've had more fun than that! I just don't take photos, and if I do, they're not of me. Any scientific hypothesis would leave you to the conclusion that I either:
A.) hang out with others who also do not take photos
B.) do not hang out with anyone period
C.) have not yet sufficiently figured out Photoshop like the rest of the Facebook world so that I can make all my 3,495,239 friends think I actually have a social life, when really all I do is play videogames and eat ice cream in the confines of my house.

....I'm not bitter. Jeez.

To top it all off, the only photos I've posted on my blog have been ones of me, sitting in my room, making stupid faces. That's not helping the situation either, is it? Hmm. What a predicament.

Update: The sad thing about this post is that I thought it would be funny to do a very badly photoshopped photo of me and a celebrity, but I couldn't even figure out how to do a bad one. Shut up! Sometimes it's ok for awesome people to fail! SOMETIMES!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Official New Years Post

I know this is two days late, but you know what? Shut up!
I bet you want to know what a crazy London New Years Eve I had? I am happy to report that this NYE was closer to the "Crazy Cool" side of the spectrum, rather than the "Sadly Pathetic" side that my holidays tend to hover.

This might go without saying, but bars in London band together on NYE and decide to charge an arm and a leg just for entry because they know they can. SJF and I researched trying to find a bar that wasn't too expensive that still sounded like fun. Finally, we agreed that Camden Town would be our best bet. We could probably find lots of free bars there, and then could just spend our money on drinks. Brilliant!

We got to Camden Town fairly early and made our first stop at a dive bar. The bar was full of what Americans tend to think of when you say "Punk London." Crazy hair, outfits straight out of the 80s, women who dressed like men and men who dressed like women. It was pretty rocking. We mingled there for a bit and then we made our way down the line of bars to find "the one."

By about 9:30 or 10:00, you should probably find a good pub and stick with it if you haven't bought tickets. It gets crowded fast and you need to stake good territory. We played Goldilocks walking up and down the line of pubs: "This one is too crowded." "This one is too empty." "This one has too many sketchy people in it." "This one looks too posh."

Finally we found the perfect place and nestled up to the bar. We soon found a good chillin corner and enjoyed our drinks. After the first round, SJF went back to the bar to get the second and apparently the bar got full quick or SJF has no bar skills because it took him forever to get another drink. In the meantime, I'm chilling by myself in a corner, trying not to be stepped on by this giant man that had taken a place near me. I look across a table to my right and there is a woman all dressed up sitting by herself. She seemed to be entertained, but I kept thinking, "why would a woman come to a bar by herself. That's lame." Then I realized that I too was standing there alone, so I figured she probably had some guy buying a drink for her too. I would have started a conversation with her, but I would have had to move around the table and lose my prime corner spot. So I stayed put. Soon enough, a man showed up with a couple drinks for him and her and I still waited.

SJF finally showed up and on his way back to me, he saw the guy who had brought the woman a drink and chatted him up like they were old buddies. He convinced both of them to come over and join us in the corner. It turns out SJF had been stuck at the bar next to this same guy and they had chatted.

These two turned out to be really fun and we spent the rest of the night drinking, chatting and dancing with this other couple. Soon enough we found ourselves counting down.

2010, baby!

Saturday, January 2, 2010

I think I'm allergic to 2010

I've been sick with a really sore throat for about two weeks, and this morning I woke up and my sore throat is almost gone. Sweeet! I'm finally getting better.

That was until I looked in the mirror. For some reason I had completely broken out in hives. Everywhere. I have no idea why either. I've had hives once before, popped some Benadryl pills and was fine within a half an hour. Today, I've taken just about every antihistamine possible, and it's only gotten worse.

I can't figure out what the hell could have caused this, so I'm certain that the year 2010 has caused this. 2010 and I are now SO fighting.

P.S. I promise to write a real New Years post tomorrow, when I don't look I've got deadly skin disease.