route 507 between waterloo and victoria stations
having to wipe fog off the inside of the window in starbucks in order to people-watch
adding more money to my printing account at the library
umbrella turning inside out before it is even open
taking harry-potter-OWL-esque exam in a sterile, backpack-free environment with 500 other students
waking up before sunrise without the help of an alarm
This was supposed to have an optimistic tone but I think I may have failed at that. In related news, this morning I received a facebook message from a UCSD girl who is thinking of studying at King's next year. This is the first part of my response:
Ok, so yes, London was very very intimidating at first. People all do their own thing, they walk really fast, they don't smile, they wear pinstripes, it's hard to understand their accents, it's big, cloudy, loud, etc, etc, etc. Any fears you have about the anonymity of living in a huge city are probably true.
Then I talked about how it is worth it and fun and whatnot. But still, I hope I didn't scare her off. Probably should have waited until tomorrow to respond
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
shakespeare understands how much I hate his plays
Oh, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known.
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known.
Song playing on my iPod:
With a sky blue sky
this rotten time
wouldn't seem so bad
to me now
Unfortunately, it is pouring down rain, and walking a mile to the library with my computer, oxford complete shakespeare, and other books in my backpack in said pouring rain has taught me that I have gone soft over break, both in terms of muscle mass and ability to cope with city life. Lets just say that if one more double decker bus threatens to splash dirty gutter water all over my legs, I am calling it quits.
With a sky blue sky
this rotten time
wouldn't seem so bad
to me now
Unfortunately, it is pouring down rain, and walking a mile to the library with my computer, oxford complete shakespeare, and other books in my backpack in said pouring rain has taught me that I have gone soft over break, both in terms of muscle mass and ability to cope with city life. Lets just say that if one more double decker bus threatens to splash dirty gutter water all over my legs, I am calling it quits.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Back in London, haven't done much yet besides sleeping and working on finals. This is how messed up my sleeping schedule is:
-got home at 3 PM yesterday
-took a nap till 7, ate dinner (spaghetti)
-slept from 10PM-6AM
-woke up, finished essay, went to library, printed it out, turned it in, went straight back to library to work on shakespeare exam
-crashed and came home at 3, took a nap until 7
-ate dinner (spaghetti)
I am pretty much screwed beyond belief for this shakespeare thing, by the way. More on that later.
-got home at 3 PM yesterday
-took a nap till 7, ate dinner (spaghetti)
-slept from 10PM-6AM
-woke up, finished essay, went to library, printed it out, turned it in, went straight back to library to work on shakespeare exam
-crashed and came home at 3, took a nap until 7
-ate dinner (spaghetti)
I am pretty much screwed beyond belief for this shakespeare thing, by the way. More on that later.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
You never give me yo money
Bloody hell! I always pick the hard essays, but I am not smart enough to actually write them.
Anyway. I went to LA. That gets to be on the blog because it is traveling. I took the metrolink which was exciting because I had to take two different trains--one to LA and one to Chatsworth. However, it took a pretty long time. I chilled with Sarah and company, we ate greek food, we played Beatles songs on the piano, etc. Today we went to an exhibit at the MOCA of this dude Murakami which was pretty sweet. He did a design for louis vuitton, and they sell the bags at the MOCA, inside the museum, which I was really wierded out by because at first I thought the sales people were just some sort of performance art or something. So we're walking around in the museum, and this woman approaches us shadily and asks us to buy her a bag each, since they have a rule that each person can only buy one. We agreed (for some reason), and she proceeded to hand us a stack of hundreds, about 2300 total. So we go in there and awkwardly ask to see some bags, and then say we want to buy them and bust out our stack of hundreds. Neither of us had even showered recently, but she didn't question it, so we gave her fake names and addresses and got the hell out of there. When we gave the bags to the lady she said "What do I owe you?" and we said "ummm I dunno I guess we'll keep the change" which was 20 bucks. Yotam says we could have asked her for like a hundred each, easily, since she is almost definitely making a profit from this. This makes a lot of sense in retrospect, but I suppose we are very naive. Now we know for next time. So then we spent part of our 10 dollars each on another exhibit next door of art that has been the in magazine Giant Robot, which I had never heard of before but apparently is really awesome. Then Sarah and company dropped me off at union station, which was conveniently only a couple blocks away, and I metrolinked it on back to Rancho in time for tostada night.
Anyway. I went to LA. That gets to be on the blog because it is traveling. I took the metrolink which was exciting because I had to take two different trains--one to LA and one to Chatsworth. However, it took a pretty long time. I chilled with Sarah and company, we ate greek food, we played Beatles songs on the piano, etc. Today we went to an exhibit at the MOCA of this dude Murakami which was pretty sweet. He did a design for louis vuitton, and they sell the bags at the MOCA, inside the museum, which I was really wierded out by because at first I thought the sales people were just some sort of performance art or something. So we're walking around in the museum, and this woman approaches us shadily and asks us to buy her a bag each, since they have a rule that each person can only buy one. We agreed (for some reason), and she proceeded to hand us a stack of hundreds, about 2300 total. So we go in there and awkwardly ask to see some bags, and then say we want to buy them and bust out our stack of hundreds. Neither of us had even showered recently, but she didn't question it, so we gave her fake names and addresses and got the hell out of there. When we gave the bags to the lady she said "What do I owe you?" and we said "ummm I dunno I guess we'll keep the change" which was 20 bucks. Yotam says we could have asked her for like a hundred each, easily, since she is almost definitely making a profit from this. This makes a lot of sense in retrospect, but I suppose we are very naive. Now we know for next time. So then we spent part of our 10 dollars each on another exhibit next door of art that has been the in magazine Giant Robot, which I had never heard of before but apparently is really awesome. Then Sarah and company dropped me off at union station, which was conveniently only a couple blocks away, and I metrolinked it on back to Rancho in time for tostada night.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
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