I am the stupidest person alive. Seriously, I am. I managed to spill a whole bunch of water on my computer and now half of my keyboard doesn't work. You'd be surpised how little you can do on a computer without half your keyboard. So now I am trying to figure out how to sort out that mess, and it's great.
What with my lack of computer access, and all my money being in my bank of america account, and me not doing any schoolwork, and all this beginning of term paperwork I need to fill out but haven't filled out, and blah blah blah, I feel a lot like I felt when I first got here--like I am stretched between two places--only this time, it is raining. It's that feeling where you have so much to do that you just lie on your bed staring at the ceiling, and then watch Alien vs. Predator on channel 4, and then eat some biscuits. If you know what I mean.
On Wednesday I am supposed to meet up with Corey and Cambria (cousins), who are passing through on their month-long educational journey through the UK, and pretend like I know a whole bunch about London for a day. Hopefully I can pull that off convincingly. Maybe I can get them to go inside Westminster Abbey with me, since I have been wanting to do that.
Oh yeah so I went to Cambridge on Saturday and it was pretty cool despite the total crap weather. I know I keep talking about the horrible weather but my goodness. I think that tourism is almost entirely pointless in the winter, yet I never learn my lesson. Anyway, Friederike and I did a lot of trespassing and saw some cool things while the others waited outside in the rain. Hooray Cmabridge.
Jessie and I are leaving early on Friday morning for Dublin, and Denver is metting us there that night. We plan to spend our day without him doing literature-y things, such as looking at graves of dead writers and really pretty books. Should be good times. I will probably not blog for a while until I get this computer thing sorted, so goodbye for now! Next time you hear from me I will be writing from my quaint cottage in the Irish countryside, where I am living with a ridiculously attractive man named Seamus and our 2 adorable, accented children.
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3 comments:
oh no! I hope your computer is okay.
you'll find an irishman, and I'll find a scottish man. I'm worried. all I can say is... james macavoy.
Will your cottage have a guest house for your mother (and by mother I really mean nanny)?
wait, how did you find this cottage? i have not been keeping up with this blog because i am a horrible friend.
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