Friday, February 26, 2010

I may not be full of the brightest ideas

My trip back home last week was successful, and by successful I mean relaxing. I didn't do any work-- period. That means I'm now back in London and staring at a To-Do pile so large that I'm starting to worry that it will soon grow a mouth and quickly begin devouring Tokyo.

While on the plane ride back to London, I figured why not get some work done. I read a few articles and quickly lost my concentration. That was mainly due to the two women behind me. One was older, and the other roughly my age. They were obviously on some business trip and the younger girl was going on and on about how important her project and team were, and how she wishes she could just pass off the smaller projects to another woman, but that other woman "wouldn't be able to put together as good a report." I'm not exaggerating when I say that these two were putting on a haughty accent, as if they were really the hottest shit to walk the earth.

Might I remind you that they sat behind coach!

Anywho, tiring quickly of eavesdropping on that conversation, I decided to pull out some of my Arabic and put in a little time studying that instead. I sat there writing and rewriting some vocab in an attempt to force it into my brain. After a few minutes, I looked at the page, then looked around me. Noticing the looks I was getting from my neighbors, I realized I was on a plane. Maybe working on Arabic was not my best course of action. Quietly tucking the paper back in to my bag, I pulled out my computer, mumbled a few words to myself and then clicked on this website.

Shame. Nobody on that plane has a sense of humor.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

So what if I'm old? I get CAKE!

It's my birthday! Happy Birthday to me!
Yes, I may have turned a quarter century old and yes, I may have a breakdown about it; however, I am not one of those people who has stopped looking forward to birthdays. I mean come on! Regardless of how old you are, it's still your day. You still get cake and presents! Why would you want to skip that?!

It's true, I certainly thought about "accidentally forgetting" that my birthday happened. Or hiding in a hole until it all passed. But then I remembered that this is why you date someone older than you. No matter how old you get, they're always older and you can always make fun of them for it.

So, I'm still going to celebrate! I suggest everyone learn to do the same. If anything else, just start lying about your age on your birthday. Start counting backwards. But, for god sake, don't give up the cake!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

It's good to be home.

Home! I've made it back to my parent's abode in bum-fuck New Hampshire, and I'm LOVING IT! Never before has the expanse of nothingness and forest been so pleasant. The woods do not contain thousands upon thousands of people pushing and shoving trying to get their way to work.

On top of all that, there is a fresh blanket of snow, roughly 4" or 5" deep, from yesterday's snow storm. Can you believe that I'm actually glad to see it?! In the 10 years I've lived in New England, I've learned to despise snow. It only meant shoveling, cold hands, and terrible drivers. Now, having not seen any snow that has stuck for more than  a day this winter, I'm glad to see some snow. It's comforting to see fresh snow outside while I curl up inside with my coffee and a good book.

That's another thing, I've already read two books since I've been home. And get this, they weren't academic books! BLASPHEMY! But I loved every minute of it. So much so, that I'm not put off by the fact that I should probably start doing some real work for the rest of the week.

It's good to be home.


Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Keep your hands off my momma

I am currently sitting at my desk distraught and considering quitting my current degree and joining the circus, because my life is such a joke that I'd make a great clown. So, I figure what better to cheer me up but to write a post instead of actually trying to do the work that might pull me out of my rut.

Superbowl 44 baby! I love American football and actually stayed up on Sunday night to watch it here live on BBC. Well, ok, that might be an exaggeration. I stayed up until 2:30am, at which point the Colts (my team) lost their lead and I gave up and went to bed. Granted, I don't hate the Saints, and I've got to give it to Drew Brees who played a great game. But the most depressing part of the whole shebang is that BBC doesn't play commercials! I missed out on the commercials! WTF?!

So what did I do? I actually looked them up. What has the world come to? I actively searched YouTube to watch not one, but several commercials. All for crap I'm not going to buy!

At any rate, I've decided that this Doritos commercial was my favorite.

Amazing. I like that little boy already.