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   Ok so. I was unaware that last night was a legit Halloweeny type thing and I had barely enough time to get some hw done to even think of putting together a sucky ass costume, so I was an "angsty teenager", something I do rather well, if I don't say so myself. Michelle and I met up with her friend Sophie in Bloomsbury and we went to the free bowling alley party which was lame and the bar was full. We got cocktails and ended up near the like five only lanes of bowling around a table talking. I got a Pin-up Girl and it was sooooo good. Vodka and fruitiness yum yum. We left that place because it was not happening and went to the other bowling alley party that we had to pay 7 pounds to get into. That was fine, the paying of the money. I was going to get a cider, cus they advertised for 2 pounds, but apparently that was the non-alcoholic one so I didn't want to throw away my money. Sophie, who had just gotten a paycheck, offered to buy us drinks, so I ended up getting that cider anyway. We staked out a comfy couch and talked for like twoish hours because we went out so early that nothing was happening yet. They were playing cool funk music, people were eating (the largest pizza I've ever seen in real life), people were bowling (again like 5 lanes). Then this duo DJ set came on and they beat-boxed and rapped and it was ok. Finally, around 10:30, a really sweet band came on. It was just two guys with synthesizers and one of them sang, but it was so danceable and so much fun. Michelle worked it out with some guy, so Sophie and I danced together most of the night. I admit, at the beginning I was super skeptical and kept looking at the time, thinking I would wait til 11 to be a lame ass and want to go home, but dancing and the good music made it all the better. It was really fun. After the band's set was done, we went to the door to get some air and then headed back down to dance some more. At that point there were just DJs playing, and it was fun for a short time more, then I got a little bored and too hot, so Sophie and I kind of agreed to leave. We went close to the door and sat and waited for Michelle, who came along like ten minutes later and reprimanded us for leaving her with a guy she didn't know. Our bad! Won't do that again.
  Sophie lived nearby so she walked home and Michelle and I waited for the bus. She was drunk and was quite talkative and it was funny and I was happy. And tired. We left around midnight and the bus took sooo long it felt like. It seems like traffic gets crazier the later at night in London, but maybe it was Halloween-induced. Anyway, we got off a stop too soon (which we've done once before), and had to walk farther home. At least because it was Halloween there tons of people about and that long way wasn't as shady as it was before. (Or was it shadier because of the drunk people?) But as Michelle kept saying, at least we were together. So we made our way home and at one point we came upon like five drunk and lost guys who asked us what street we were on. Misunderstanding them, they went to turn away when I finally got it and gave British people directions! Lol and the one guy was like, "Thank you. You're gorgeous, you are," before turning away to his friends. Entertaining. We finally got home around 1 and Sophie had texted to say she got home safely. I went up to my room and didn't go to bed until around 2, because my peoples were online and I got to talk to them. Wish Rachel had been there. Miss dancing with her!!
   Didn't sleep the greatest, woke up sad. Going to be awhile before that will go away. Didn't realize that the time change was last night (I had thought it was tonight) until Hari came in the kitchen and said. Made poached eggs on toast (not nice without garbage disposal) and sat in the kitchen finishing Goldfinger. Sad, because I really liked it. Now Emilie had invited me out to "Fuck me it's Halloween" at Debut tonight, but at this point, I don't want to go and jinx the good vibes and also I'd probably die of tiredness after last night. Sooo I shall just stay in with the flatmates and watch hopefully good movies and Alison is cooking again and the skittle vodka has been fermenting for a few days. I haven't showered yet and I'm, as Michelle and Claire would say, "nast." I'm not sure if it's me or something in the kitchen that smells vaguely of vomit. But I didn't vomit. Kind of gross. Oh vell.

Ham and cheese and tears

   So yesterday was supposed to be another fun museum day but in the end people were busy and then I didn't feel well, so I just wanted to go home after class. I fucked around for two hours, but I got to skype with Chelsey and she largely made me happier than I was before. The evening was a bit boring. Half my flat is home for the weekend, so I ended up reading for two hours in the kitchen, meeting Arif's sister, and then watching an eppy of Shameless (James McAvoy!!!). Emilie needed a study break, so I went to her flat and met Divya and we first played BS with her flatmate from Romania. Then us girls just chatted for another hour and a half and had a college hoodie party and then we walked Divya to the bus stop after midnight. Yes, walking around London in my pajamas, no bra, and borrowed Uggs. Then I came home and went to bed and it wasn't great sleep because I had a lot on my mind and then I awoke at 4AM to drunk people in the courtyard and Hari and Meera were wayyy down the hall talking and I could hear them quite well. Finally I dozed off again and woke up to my alarm just before 10 and I got ready for the history walk I signed up for.
   Took the tube again by myself! Basically made slight acquaintances with an older couple, mostly the woman, who chatted to me about being in King's and how her son just completed his PhD there. Then, Polly, who is one of the international welfare advisers was there, and she recognized me just with a smile so I went over and formally introduced myself (she is the one who gave me all my visa advice--I've e-mailed her like 50+ times). She was such a happy and nice person and she gave me a hug upon our introductions. She asked how King's was going and I answered honestly that I was a bit homesick and a bit let down that my reading week plans have fallen through. She said this is about the time in the term where homesickness usually happens and then she gave me a few pointers on organized tours I could do by myself during reading week. It kind of made my morning. Argula arrived after that we went on the EIC history tour led by one of our lecturers. He talked a LOT and basically stopped us for 20 minutes at least of talking. The sun was out but we stopped in shady alleys where the breeze attacked us and we froze. It wasn't that fun, especially cus it ran 45 min over and I was so cold. I only listened to about the first half. Then Argula and I got hot chocolate at Pret and chatted for a bit and then I came home. All my emotions have kind of built up until right now so I'm feeling a little down and I hope that the rest of the day makes up for it. Michelle invited me out to a bowling alley sort of place with some people for tonight so I want to go to that. Chris just made me feel better as well, and now I do have plans to look forward to--visiting him for a day (and possibly a night) during reading week. Exploring Cambridge and all that :) I guess right now it's really going to depend on things to look forward to. Speaking of which, Nina posted that Patrick Wolf is playing the first week of December in a rather small venue just over in Bloomsbury and I nearly shit myself. Second major thing to check off my list. I would see him a million times over and I want to meet him and just augh. That might be the best thing to happen this whole semester, not even going to lie. <3 <3 <3 Thanks to my people.

Oh hi world

Augh. I feel like such a bad person and friend but it's all I can do not to die at the sight of my inboxes by the time I get back from class. So much shit to deal with at the end of the day and after hw. Augh augh augh. Drat.

I am kind of bumming about with not a lot to report other than a general lack of...good feeling at the moment. My date was blah. My Sunday was blah. Thoughts of Christmas make me sad. If Obi indeed spends it with me, it will be a little better. I know I couldn't go home even if I had the means. It would make leaving again so much harder. I wish I could rush through Christmas and bring on New Year's, when hopefully more people will come to Europe and I will feel a bit more surrounded by people I love. On Monday I went jeans shopping and came away with nothing other than a new bag and some needed items from Superdrug. I was proud though because it was the first time I took the tube alone.

I've been dreaming quite...strongly the past week or so. What's unusual is that I don't remember them, maybe just one small detail. That's unusual for me. I don't quite know what to make of it.

Also, I was looking at pictures of this girl I used to work with who got married and I nearly started crying looking at her wedding pictures because she just looks so happy and her husband looks so happy. I envy them.

Today I didn't want to get up but I did. I did something today that I'm not really proud of. I went to get a chai in the cafe in King's building and I was annoyed that two girls didn't seem like they were in line so I got in line and then they seemed to perk up to the fact that I'd cut them. I was very rude to the girl who said something to her friend about how they thought they were in line. I lashed out and I don't really know why and I immediately felt ashamed as I went away. I really don't know what came over me. Sigh. And then for lunch I ate "3 Halal Chicken sausages with potato wedges and beans" and I knew I would regret eating that but I wanted the nasty and salty for at least the first few bites and salads were smaller and colder and more expensive. Need better health. Also, I've never been so productive on a Tuesday before but I've never been this disconnected from my flatmates and annoyed at people in general. I have been getting along with Kristen. She and I at least will go to Edinburgh in two weekends for reading week.

I am suffering from bouts of homesickness. I took out pictures of my niece today (the ones that aren't on my bulletin board!) and they make me a bit weepy cus I am missing her growing up and I miss my family. And Michigan the state and Kalamazoo. I am still glad I'm here, but it's just hard to be away from a place I really love.

Today

   I went to the Tower today with Kristen, Michelle, Argula, Marina, and Nico (new study abroad friend from California). We spent two and a half hours there and saw the crown jewels (not exactly worth the hype tbh) and really old shit. It was cool. I can't exactly do detail cus I haven't processed it so look out for pics on fb soon and they will be accompanied by details.
   After that we went to Sainsbury's to figure out dinner and I bought pear beer and went back and cooked and got slightly drunk which was fun until it all hit and then it wasn't sooo nice but I drank lots of water and we played cards. Emilie came over, too, which was fun. As I was coming down, we sang lots of explicit rap songs loudly. So fun. Flynn came over!! He and Alison went to play "table tennis." I am in my room, unshowered and gross and ready for bed. I can't stop peeing.

Trying to break the Tuesday and Friday thing

There's been a tiny thing I keep meaning to mention. I got a library card at the local library around the corner and I checked out a book like two weeks ago. They have self checkout machines and they use the same program as the kpl with the same dingy noises and stuff and it made me happy that there was something that I could do without having to ask or look like an ass attempting. :)

Also, so much activity in like two days and now it's just going to chill for awhile, frustrating!!!

I saw the Social Network today with some of my flatmates. It was pretty good and kind of sad. Tomorrow I go to the Tower!!! And then cook fresh vegetables. And I am seeing that guy on Saturday. At least one of my flatmates is going to go and just be there at the cafe in the background in case it turns not safe or in case I need an excuse to leave.

Homework is basically taking over my life and making everything stressful.

So many ups and downs all at once!!!!!

   Ahhhhh. Sexpression = good. New people = good. Getting on with everything. :) Regretting some things, doing good others...life goes on.
   Last night was Kate Nash. I was not exactly feeling up to it, I must say. I was tired and crampy and paranoid about being out in London. Yeah, I know. Winnie and I took the tube to Shepherd's Bush, which, we learned, is a pretty dodgy area. We went too far down one street, asked a drunk man for directions, got nothing, got approached by a guy aggressively asking for change, and then finally got directions to the arena. Good. I got slight anxiety like standing around for awhile and honestly kind of felt like I might need to leave. But I toughed it out and soon my anxiety turned to hunger as I had only eaten a piece of bread with jam on it for dinner. I'm going shopping tomorrow. We didn't actually get near to the stage as it was already pretty busy by the time we got there. We stayed right at the back, standing up on these platforms so we could see. It was good, though she played a lot of her stuff that I didn't know too well. Foundations was great though. :) The tuberide back was hilarious though because there was a drunk guy who just would not stop talking shit, and he was there with his girlfriend, her two friends (none looked older than 16), and someone's mom? Winnie and I had to seat kind of across from each other and kept making looks. The guy sitting next to me kept leaning over to me saying things like the boy just wants an audience. At one point, Winnie couldn't hold it in anymore and just burst out laughing so I started laughing a bit more. What dumb people.
   Today was soooo hard to get up. As usual. After the internet and movie fiasco of the weekend and Monday, I had to go to Maughan to watch my brit lit movie there. Basically, the first women treated me like I was retarded and finally told me to just look the movie up myself at their computer lobby, so I went there and it wouldn't load fast enough, so I went back and asked another girl if she could just look the movie up for me. She basically didn't help, and had to ask two MORE people if the catalogue was for sure down or not, and basically...it was. She was wasting my time and I was pissed in general at King's shittiness so I was just like, interrupting her, "You know what? I'll find it myself. Whatever." Turned away, left. Found the movie after like three minutes. Watched most of it. Had to come back again to watch the rest at my other break, but got it done. Chatted with a nice English girl who had studied abroad last year in California. Ate two sausage rolls for a pound for lunch. Epitome of health.
   So after my seemingly never-ending day of classes, traffic was INSANELY backed up on Strand and everywhere. I waited 25 min for RV1 (normally 10 MAX). This guy next to me turned to me and made some comment about how crap the wait was today. He sounded American. He started chatting to me, found out he's Canadian. Blah blah blah, we're chatting, and then he's like, "So do you have plans for the weekend? Like do you want to do something?" I was like ok basically, maybe we can do something. He asked for my phone number cus he doesn't know his (?) and I didn't know mine cus I've only had my phone for 4 days. So we exchanged e-mails and we'll see how that goes. It was just kind of flattering I guess. :-P
   Anyway, every bus was packed. Literally saw people falling out of the 521 with the doors open. It took us like 20 min to get to the second stop, then we went on diversion and all this shit, then I got home an hour later, after making friends with four girls from LSE on the bus after sharing tissues with one. That was nice. Got home and made soup and basically we had one of our kitchen sessions in the flat and everyone agreed to like be in the background of this public date (should it happen) in order to bail me out should need be and be my security detail. And now here I am, wanting nothing more than warmth, my headache to go away, and to watch British TV shows until I can't keep my eyes open anymore. Also, having lunch with Kristen tomorrow, excited!!! :) :)

England and I have been dating for four weeks now.

hi all. no caps for me cus i'm typing on a british keyboard and the shift key is different, etc. too much effort. internet is down in gdsa until monday and so i'm in the computer lab and their computers are bad. that would've been in all caps if i could be bothered. they're really old. my facebook stalking for the evening was quite limited by the fact that i don't want to be judged for going through someone's pictures while other people can just look over. my life...

sexpression training was today and it was good. last soooo long and was boring at times cus all people wanted to do was debate for forever, but other than that i met some new people and now have a bit of a crush on a possibly gay guy. fun times. i went to the social at the pub afterwards planning on staying for only half an hour and managed to stay for two hours but it was good times. four hours tomorrow and then i'm freeeee to teach.

mini squee.

also, i could very easily be judged for updating my blog in public.

I don't party

   Ok so. Wednesday I went to the Imperial War Museum and made friends with a girl from my history class who went along. The museum itself was heavy. We went through an exhibit that was meant to show how a submarine was and just looking at the bunks and stuff made me feel claustrophobic and worried. There were a bunch of tanks and planes and giant shells in the main room. We then went downstairs where there was the WWI and WWII things, which is all I remember. There was just SO MUCH stuff in each exhibit case. Letters, uniforms, poetry, medals, etc. We went to the "Trench Experience" which was a lifesize little walking area with dummies speaking and explosions. It was pretty intense and dark. They had a little nook where a person was being treated for a pretty severe wound. We emerged from there to the WWII section, and because we had a bit of a time crunch, we went to the Blitz Experience first. We had to queue and wait for it, and before it started, I was already freaking out. There was basically a tiny room with a long bench on either side and it was completely dark. Ok, so my impression was that we were going to be sitting there in the dark with no way out and it was going to shake and we were going to hear fake bombs bursting for ten minutes. I panicked to the point where I had to leave before it began and then the museum guy was like, "Too much for you? How about I turn on a light?" And he said I could leave if I needed to. So I said that was fine. Ok, so literally all that happened was a bunch of talking and at the end the bench moved like an inch. Then we were led through another door to "London" and we walked along a street and watched a gasworks get bombed and saw water mains broken and stuff. This was all fake and not to scale. I felt so foolish when we emerged after that. But I would also like to note that the outside of the thing said that it wasn't for people prone to nervousness or whatever so it painted this completely different picture for me. *eyeroll* Anyway, so we went through some of the WWII stuff after that, since Kristen loves that war (in a historical way). Then Marina wanted to skip the Holocaust area because she had just been at another museum about it. So we went to the Crimes Against Humanity area, which was just a movie about genocides throughout the world. That was heavy. We watched like 15 minutes, towards the end of it, and finally Kristen just had to leave because it was making her feel horrible. We wandered around the gift shop and then basically just met the rest of the group and left. I need to go back. That was definitely one of the museums where I feel like I just scratched the surface and there's a lot more I want to look at in-depth.
   After that we went back to Strand, and Argula and I waited for the Creative Writing Society meeting. That was interesting. It was a lot bigger group and there was another guy from our history class there, who is nice enough. (He reminds me so much of Simon Boehme physically--it's so strange!!) We did a lot of icebreakers then making up stories with random words and then talked about upcoming events. Their events actually seem legit and cool, but the meetings are two hours long, which is kind of insane. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. I was fine at the beginning of the meeting but I was dehydrated so halfway through I was like, "I want hoooome." I toughed it out and went home and did reading or something.
   Thursdays are really weird. I start out with seminar for Irish Lit, which is intimidating cus people are so gung ho with their opinions. More to come on that later. I didn't say anything but the hour passed quickly. After that, I decided to brave the walk to Senate House Library, who had another of the history books I needed. I got lost cus I went down Drury Lane instead of Kingsway (and then had the muffin man song stuck in my head!). I reluctantly drew out my London A to Z map and resumed the right course. Fucking Senate House is so far away. I FINALLY got there and got my book and asked the guy working if there was a bus that picked up near there. He was really nice and looked it up on tfl for me and I found the bus stop and it dropped me off right in front of campus! Then I had Jacobean theatre, which I loooove mostly because Gordon is so awesome. And before class started, I began talking to a girl called Jo cus she's in Irish Lit as well and just switched into my seminar and we were talking about how awkward discussion is cus it's way too open and she was like, "Yeah, did you notice that there was basically this huge awkward pause at one point?" And there was, it was pretty bad. I just thought it was funny. THEN I WENT HOOOOME. And it was good. Lots of productive reading and Peep Show happiness. That show is so hilarious btw.
Today I had to get up for history and I was so tired cus the girl who lives below me fucking coughed ALL NIGHT and kept me up. Lecture was so long and brutal and fast. Then I GOT MY FUCKING DEBIT CARD. And I got my pin yesterday so I was all set and basically squeed inside all the way to O2 where I GOT MY PHONE. And it was good. Had seminar, went home, talked to home, notably my brother and Ashley and it was nice. Then two and a half hours of reading and I am relatively caught up in my novel for Brit Lit. I watched Alison cook some and then we sorted all the accumulated recycling while the other flat on our floor partied hard. One of the guys was stopping the door open as we went by with all of our bags of recycling. At least I'm saving the earth! And I do have to get up early tomorrow cus sexpression training is this weekend!! I am a happy girl!!

augh augh sorry you told me I would be busy!

 Here I am! I am alive! I have been busy and too tired at night to write!
On Friday night I went out for a drink with Alison, Flynn, one of his flatmates and her friend and it was a little awkward but fun. The Roebuck was noisy and outside was cold so we came back to our flat and played cards. That night I had a hilarious three way conversation with Obi and Chris and it made me happy. On Saturday I barely did anything productive and then Emilie invited me to go check out Hyde Park, so I went with her and Michelle came. Marina met us at the park. I suggested we go to the Natural History museum so we walked the 20 min to get there, oggling in the shops (including Emporio Armani...holy shit). The NH museum was pretty cool and included an escalator into the center of the Earth. Oh yeah. We wandered around for a bit then headed back and ended up spending some time in H&M, and even though I tried pants on, none fit and I left a little deflated. By the time we got back to the park it was going on half five so we just decided to go home. I got back and Alison was prepping dumplings for the next day, so I made myself grilled ham and cheese with pesto and tomato soup and chatted with her for awhile. Then I holed up in my room for the rest of the night. I had a three way convo with Chris and Rachel, which was fun. I then shaved for the first time in over three weeks. It took over half an hour, demolished one razor and left me with frigid water. But it needed to be done. At one point after that, I ducked into the kitchen to make hot chocolate and Shubha was bored so she, Charli, Charli's boyfriend Matt, and I sat around talking. I got Alison from her room for more cards and it was a good night.
On Sunday I woke up early to meet everyone to go to Camden. For those of you who don't know, Camden is like the alternative place--home to punks and sellers of other alternative clothing. We got the tube there and when we emerged, it was like we weren't in London (it's SO big!). We wandered around a bunch of shops but I didn't get anything and was slightly disappointed. There was a huge selection of food from around the world, so I got Peruvian food for lunch. That included rice, black beans, red onion, mushroom, and specially grilled chicken with a spicy sauce drizzled over it. Pretty freaking good. We went back to gdsa to regroup and then headed out to Oxford Street for some shopping, mostly to go to Primark. Primark is an insanely cheap store (and sometimes the low quality shows) that sells clothes and shoes. This Primark was a zoo. It was fucking insane. The line to the dressing room took me nearly ten minutes. And then the jeans were like really bad. So it wasn't the greatest Primark experience. I walked away with a pair of metallic flats for four pounds but, as Winnie said, they're going to fall apart in a few weeks. We hit M&S and then got waffles and then went home. I had forgotten to buy champagne for the cocktail party so I dragged my ass out again to the Cost Cutters and got a bottle. Then I read for an hour in order to be productive.
When I was done reading, I showered and did my makeup and everything for this cocktail party. Everyone said I looked really cute. I hope they post pictures soon. Alison was an amazing cook and her dumplings were DELICIOUS. There was every kind of alcohol--well, the major groups were represented). Not all of us were present, and Hari was sick, so we started without everyone. White Russians were not bad at all. And I liked my drink when the sugar was actually distributed throughout. The problem was I was so tired that alcohol was not a good idea, so I didn't drink that much. Arun got drunk for the first time which was slightly funny (and good that he was in a safe environment!). We played Never Have I Ever and it got dirty and nasty and we learned things about each other that we might not talk about again normally until the next time we drink together. At one point I decided I was going to my room for the night but everyone implored me to stay a while longer so I did and then called it a night. I encouraged Arun to drink lots of water before bed. They had 9am lectures the next day. Later, when they all quit the kitchen, and I was skyping, he knocked on my door saying, "Go to bed, I can hear your tv!" Ha.
Yesterday was my hw day. I read three plays and it took me all day and was painful, literally and mentally. There was something about the chili that I made that made me feel sick (so I've just thrown the last helping out) for most of the evening and this morning. But I got things done and watched Peep Show and generally chilled out. I cleaned my bathroom and vacuumed my room and organized my desk. All of these things make me feel a little bit better in general. I went to bed early and still woke up too early.
I talked to Ellen first thing this morning. The idea of her still being up at 3:30am writing a paper kind of killed me inside but it was nice to chat. I love starting the day with Jacobean theatre. Gordon is such an engaging professor and very fun. Also, the people in that class I've come to talk to are quite nice and one girl might go to Cardiff with her friends to see the Doctor Who exhibit and I can come! Squee. I really must figure out a place to study during my two hour breaks cus I always just kind of plop in one place then kind of wander around. The rest of my classes were fine. I did go to office hours for Irish Lit to better understand the extra reading situation, and I'm afraid I might've given him the impression that I don't enjoy the class fully, but that's not quite true. We only had two weeks of it thus far! But I like him a bit better now that I realize that he's quite shy. I went to the poetry reading he told us about after classes today and it was nice. Made me think a lot.

Speaking of thinking, yeah, been doing a lot of that lately. Since I was feeling sick (from the chili) last night, I began to finally feel a bit homesick. I think that was heightened because I've finally reached a point where I'm really starting to reflect on my life at home and where things were when I left. I guess I'm starting to feel a little bit like I'm moving on while also at the same time rooted in place. I don't know if that makes sense. I am censoring myself. One thing I can say for certain is that, a million times over, this experience thus far has proved my best friendship with some people and pretty much severed the ties for me from that one group I was somewhat at odds with (not severed for real, but made me realize who really counts). This realization means a lot to me. It means that I have found people who I mesh with despite the fact that we're all changing and growing constantly. Good people in my life, I can tell you that. :)

Oh, one more thing, so I was gone 11 hours straight today and when I got home I went to the kitchen to fill my water bottles and Arun, Shubha and Katherine were in there talking about HP fanfiction. Honestly, the subject is getting quite old to me and I was getting annoyed until Shubha just broke from that convo to tell me that she had read some of my erotica and it was really good. Apparently, Arun had read it with her, Katherine, too, and they just began to praise my writing, noting especially one line that was perfect. I couldn't help but beam. I told them it had pretty much made my day...which it did. And I am gearing up to start writing again very soon.

Good People and Weird People

So. On Wednesday I went with the history society to the V&A (Victoria and Albert Museum), marking my second tube excursion. Basically it was the whole board of the society, who are all British third years, so they kept to themselves and didn't really make an effort to talk to the rest of us, which were basically American study abroad kids. So I made friends with two other girls from America and we toured around the museum for three hours. There is so much to see there we didn't do it all. And I had eaten at like 9:30am but not until after 4pm did I eat again. Augh. We met them in the cafe and then had to wait to take a picture of the group, etc. etc. We got the tube back to embankment and Mirina left but Kristen and I got paninis at this little cafe place near the station. WE WERE STARVING. And it was really awkward because the waitress kept hovering near us the whole time. Then I caught the RV1 back home and did laundry and had dinner essentially.

On Thursday I had class at noon so I went to that and actually talked once, though it was a mediocre statement. Then I walked to Natwest, which was swamped, so I decided not to bother trying to get my debit card. I went to O2 to try to explain the situation but I can't buy a phone without the UK debit card either. So then, because it was decent weather, I found a statue and some steps where I ate my lunch and brooded a bit. Then I had Jacobean theatre. I didn't really contribute to that class because I didn't reread the play and hadn't really paid attention to the themes. After that I walked back to Natwest and they were closed so I went back to Strand because there was going to be a drinks reception for English Undergrads. I still had like forty-five min to kill before that and nothing to do, so I just went home. I was home for maybe twenty minutes and it was Kristen's birthday, so she invited me out to dinner with her, Mirina, Emilie (who I know from gdsa), and Mini (who also lives in gdsa and is study abroad from Australia). So I had to go back to strand area, although for some odd reason, the RV1 stopped completely at Waterloo. There was this very weird, homeless I'm guessing, man on the bus who all of a sudden just started yelling a bit. He kept saying, "Dirty scoundrel!" and threw out the n word a few times (I think) and queer. It honestly startled me because of the abruptness of his yelling. Very odd.
So I got off at Waterloo and had to walk across the bridge to where I normally get off, which is where I told them I'd meet them. We went to a place called Garfunkel's which had a wide variety of foods. I got the cottage pie, which is shepherd's pie with beef. We all got ciders. It was Kristen's 21st birthday so we toasted that and new people. The evening was really fun. Then I got the bus back with Emilie and Mini, and kind of just plopped when I got home. I tried to read but my eyes weren't focusing that well so I just took a shower and vegged. At quarter to midnight, Michelle IMed me because there was a death in her family so I went and talked to her for an hour before going to bed.

Today was the first day of my history class. It was honestly kind of boring, though everyone in seminar said it was exciting. Maybe that's just cus I got like not even 7 hours of sleep last night. After that I went to Natwest and braved the long line only to find out that, even though I got my account two fucking weeks ago, they've JUST ordered my debit card today. So I don't get it for another week and then the pin will follow one or two days after that. I wanted to have a bitch fit at the girl working. I understand that they have a huge influx of students, but WTF. They obviously need better preparation for that. I'm pissed, too,  because Michelle opened her account on the same day and got her debit card in the mail over five days ago. And yet again someone asked me for my phone number today. God.

Augh, now I'm just angry lol. But history seminar was ok. I felt a little superior because it's a first year class and I'm a third year, but once discussion got rolling, I was definitely impressed. It's kind of annoying that we've got at least one of those guys whose personality is just like, he has no qualms about talking all the time and putting his opinions out there and thus being a bit obnoxious. But hopefully I can deal with it. It wasn't too abrasive today. Anyway. Then I came home and did my dishes and kind of realized how gross our kitchen is. There's food around the sink that's been there for days that no one has cleaned and the counters aren't very clean. I will own up to the stove because there's ramen around it, which Michelle and I made the other night here. I don't want to be the one to like go to the flat and be like, "This needs to be done." ...but it does. Oh well. Anyway, it's a beautiful day (not that I care, as long as I don't have to bring my umbrella around with me) and I am trying to see Winnie this weekend and also do some shopping so that's good!

Who knew this is what London was really going to be like?

I haven't written cus there hasn't been much to say. Sunday and Monday I literally didn't leave my building and I read all day for class. SO MUCH READING. My eyes are dead currently.

Last night was good. I caught up with several people and laughed a lot but the feeling didn't last. I went to bed at midnight but couldn't fall asleep for over an hour. Then I woke up at 7:30 and feel back asleep but my alarm woke me up after 8. Hating everything. Took the bus to school. Talked to people in my Jacobean theatre class and like it. Then I went to the Terrazza and read. I decided I wanted more quiet so I was going to just read outside my next class but I ran into Michelle and we went and found out our history seminars. I was in fucking 5PM on a FRIDAY so my next break I went and switched into one of the 1PMs (:-D). Then she and I went outside my next class and talked until she had to leave and I had class. British Lit and Cinema. I felt like the lecture was bullshit but I guess it made a bit more sense when we got to seminar. After that lecture I got lunch really fast and read and then went to as much of the Part-time Work Fair as I could. I only filled out like four things and then I had Irish Lit. Blah that class blah. Then Brit Lit seminar which was ok and she knows my name already and it's only 8 of us now (I wonder if those other few people switched).
I got home dead ass beat and most of my flat was making dinner so I socialized a bit and then kind of did my thing. Then, completely randomly they all decided to go out clubbing tonight but I didn't want to go cus I was gone from 9AM-7PM and I had hw, etc. They all have quite an open schedule and not that much hw--I'm jealousish. But I went to the other flat to drink with them. I had some peach schnapps (bad memories) and a shot of lime vodka. Then I took my leave. Oh, our flat is having a cocktail night this weekend, complete with dressing up. Everyone is responsible for a cocktail. Guess what I'm doing? Erotica. Gin, champagne, lemon juice and sugar. And now I'm in my room bumming. Bumming, bumming. Tired as hell and ish. I wish it would go away.

Tomorrow is free day and the history society is planning a trip to Victoria and Albert. If I get my shopping done in time I shall go cus why not? Then hw and laundry. Yes, I do need a bit more excitement. But I am worried about money a little bit.

So. tired.

so much hw, so much rain

Notable thing I did today: saw Van Gogh's works in the National Gallery.
Extra notable: Sunflowers :) :)

Thing I am doing right now: listening to Kate Nash's second album.
Thing I am doing two weeks from Monday: seeing Kate Nash live.

Book I like right now: Rebecca (Daphne du Maurier)
Book I don't really like right now: Dubliners (James Joyce)

My desk right now: a clusterfuck of coursepacks, papers, fliers, dishes (dirty and clean).
My floor: needs to be vacuumed.

Oh, bugger.