I don't know if this is the fact that I've just been raped by Ryan air or what, but I am getting fed up with London and being abroad.
First off, I hate Ryan air and anyone who works for an airline. They are all cock sucking mother fuckers and I hope they all die. Sorry if anyone reading this works for an airline. Anyone who works in transportation in London are the cruelest, dirtiest, sadistic creatures from hell I have ever met. Let me just say that I should be out in Rome getting drunk and meeting Italian men, but I'm not. I'm in my room cursing my computer for not accepting UK DVD's and wanting to punch someone square in the face.
I am fed up with having the only people who hang out with me be other American and foreign students. I am fed up with spending nights in my room alone wanting someone to come knock on it and invite me out for a beer. I am fed up with this fucking exchange rate and thinking I am getting good deals but really I am just paying what I should. I am fed up with not learning anything I want at school. I don't want to make a documentary about other students learning things I should be learning. I want to do work, I want assignments to make videos and things I want to do. I want to be challenged, not shucked into a room and given some hap hazard assignment because they can't think of anything more productive. I am fed up with all my plans blowing up in my face. I am exhausted with trying to keep a positive attitude all the time.
What can I say? Right now I am NOT having a good time. I want to come home. If someone gave me a ticket to Boston and said I could go back to MassArt and have all the money I've wasted here returned, I think there is a 75% chance I would do it.
Sometimes I think to myself- as egotistical as this is- that I am such a great person, why don't these people want to get to know me? Am I really that bad? My charms just don't seem to work out here as well as they do back home. Not to say I was the most charming bitch one could ever meet, but I am a fun person and I will admit that. My pessimism is getting the best of me, its true, and I am sure I haven't sounded exactly "excited" when people talk to me, but up until today things were okay.
I want to put something positive in this post, I really do. I just can't think of anything at the moment. I did see a good film yesterday staring Oliver Reed called "The Devils". It had some killer scenes of naked nuns gyrating on Jesus, but its to be expected. It also made me hate catholicism...well, what it used to be anyways. All that nonsense that the devil was in everyone and steak burning. I am sure not only catholics are guilty of such things, but you never hear about Jews burning people at the steak.
I'm just saying.
Thursday 31 January 2008
Tuesday 22 January 2008
Brighton
We went to the REAL Brighton Beach. Not the one in NYC infested with dirty immigrants of Russian decent. Those dirty Russians.
It was beautiful but all this wood was showing up on the shore. Turns out the day before a tanker had sank that was carrying lumber. Fancy that, will you. Otherwise, it was nice.
Now when I say the weather in England is beautiful, it doesn't mean sunny, 60 degrees, birds and rainbows. It means its not raining. Period. And when its sunny, its like god smiled on this tiny island and bathes it in a warm glow it is so thankful to have.
We went to pier and it had all these rides on it like a real carousel (very creepy) and a haunted hotel ride (not so creepy). None of them were open in the wee hours of the morning(11) and so we made our way to the Palace! King George the 4th, or the prince regent, built himself a massive palace that looks like its a grand mosque or, at least, from the orient. it's massive and I got thrown out of it for not having a ticket. I wasn't really thrown, but escorted back to the gift shop (I was in the process of stealing postcards. So after being thrown back into the gift shop, I guess it was karma saying I better pay for these).
We walked the board walk and came across a pony named Mary. It belonged to a Little girl who also had a little yorkie terrier. That bitch. I think she is the only person I've ever met who actually got a pony when she asked for it.
Ate more fish and chip and then made my way back home. Oh what a trip!
Yesterday I visited the Geffrye Museum which is a museum of interior designs from 1660-present. It was very cool for a history buff such as myself. Well, I'm not really a history buff, I don't know what I am. I don't know why my computer is being so slow right now. That is no concern of yours of course.
Last night I went out with some school mates to celebrate Rocio and Amelia's birthday's at a place called "The Big Chill". My ears are still ringing from the noise of the music blasting. I got pretty blasted myself, wasting about 20 pounds on drinks alone. But the drinks are so expensive! I couldn't help it. Plus I wanted to be more relaxed when approaching my new classmates that I am slowly getting bonds with. I had a lot of fun. After we were kicked out of the bar, Alex, a mate I was with, started speaking with an American accent- which was to his credit very good. He started going up to random people saying he was from America and I was his sister and annoyed the hell out of them. Then we went up to some french people who hated Americans and I felt very uncomfortable. I started speaking in an English accent trying to prove I was no American. I thought my English accent was pretty good, but some people didn't seem to think so. Whatever, I am awesome and that's all they really need to know.
Eating disaster.
It's time I shower. I had a dream about a watch that could take you back in time but needed 31 days to recharge its battery so you could travel back in time. Sounds like an interesting film.
It was beautiful but all this wood was showing up on the shore. Turns out the day before a tanker had sank that was carrying lumber. Fancy that, will you. Otherwise, it was nice.
Now when I say the weather in England is beautiful, it doesn't mean sunny, 60 degrees, birds and rainbows. It means its not raining. Period. And when its sunny, its like god smiled on this tiny island and bathes it in a warm glow it is so thankful to have.
We went to pier and it had all these rides on it like a real carousel (very creepy) and a haunted hotel ride (not so creepy). None of them were open in the wee hours of the morning(11) and so we made our way to the Palace! King George the 4th, or the prince regent, built himself a massive palace that looks like its a grand mosque or, at least, from the orient. it's massive and I got thrown out of it for not having a ticket. I wasn't really thrown, but escorted back to the gift shop (I was in the process of stealing postcards. So after being thrown back into the gift shop, I guess it was karma saying I better pay for these).
We walked the board walk and came across a pony named Mary. It belonged to a Little girl who also had a little yorkie terrier. That bitch. I think she is the only person I've ever met who actually got a pony when she asked for it.
Ate more fish and chip and then made my way back home. Oh what a trip!
Yesterday I visited the Geffrye Museum which is a museum of interior designs from 1660-present. It was very cool for a history buff such as myself. Well, I'm not really a history buff, I don't know what I am. I don't know why my computer is being so slow right now. That is no concern of yours of course.
Last night I went out with some school mates to celebrate Rocio and Amelia's birthday's at a place called "The Big Chill". My ears are still ringing from the noise of the music blasting. I got pretty blasted myself, wasting about 20 pounds on drinks alone. But the drinks are so expensive! I couldn't help it. Plus I wanted to be more relaxed when approaching my new classmates that I am slowly getting bonds with. I had a lot of fun. After we were kicked out of the bar, Alex, a mate I was with, started speaking with an American accent- which was to his credit very good. He started going up to random people saying he was from America and I was his sister and annoyed the hell out of them. Then we went up to some french people who hated Americans and I felt very uncomfortable. I started speaking in an English accent trying to prove I was no American. I thought my English accent was pretty good, but some people didn't seem to think so. Whatever, I am awesome and that's all they really need to know.
Eating disaster.
It's time I shower. I had a dream about a watch that could take you back in time but needed 31 days to recharge its battery so you could travel back in time. Sounds like an interesting film.
Saturday 19 January 2008
I'm hot and you know it.
Why are Israeli men so creepy? No matter what they say, they either sound
1. Super condescending
2. Sleazy
3. Super condescending AND sleazy
I decided to be a good Jew and go to temple. I arrive at Marble Arch Synagogue and I can't find an entrance. Finally, someone comes out. I ask him how I get it.
"You chave to go through me first," sayeth a Hebrew man in that oh so condescending tone.
"Um, okay" I laugh.
"Why are you chere?"
"To go to services."
"Where are you from?"
"Boston"
"What synagog do you go to in Boston?"
I freeze. Why am I being quizzed? Oh yeah, he thinks I'm a terrorist or just a woman.
" I don't really go to one."
"Why?"
" I don't know."
"Whose the Rabbi?"
"What's a rabbi?"
he asks for my id. I warn him that my last name is Italian. Perhaps I should also warn him of my neo-nazi tendencies.
"Chow did you find out about us?"
" I'm supposed to be meeting my friend here."
"Where is she?"
" I don't know. Why don't you go ask your friends in the Mosad? "
Is he serious? He is fucking serious. And this entire time he has this smug ass smile on his face that keeps stepping all over the suffrage movement.
"If you don't go to synagogue in Boston and your friend isn't here... then why are you chere?"
Why am I here? I don't know. That's a pretty existential thought for just wanting to attend sabbath services. I guess I'm here because hashem, in all his grace, has decided that I needed to really question my beliefs and my faith through being questioned by a sleezey Israeli with a slick phone and even slicker hair.
Actually, no. I think you're just an asshole.
Finally he lets me in as if he'd doing this huge favor and I should give him a little lechiam in return.
We had a wonderful dinner with the rabbi that night and had nice conversations with foreigners. The Israelis at the table continued to be creepy and have eyes made for undressing. But all in all it was a good night.
And then I got drunk and stumbled home on the night bus.
1. Super condescending
2. Sleazy
3. Super condescending AND sleazy
I decided to be a good Jew and go to temple. I arrive at Marble Arch Synagogue and I can't find an entrance. Finally, someone comes out. I ask him how I get it.
"You chave to go through me first," sayeth a Hebrew man in that oh so condescending tone.
"Um, okay" I laugh.
"Why are you chere?"
"To go to services."
"Where are you from?"
"Boston"
"What synagog do you go to in Boston?"
I freeze. Why am I being quizzed? Oh yeah, he thinks I'm a terrorist or just a woman.
" I don't really go to one."
"Why?"
" I don't know."
"Whose the Rabbi?"
"What's a rabbi?"
he asks for my id. I warn him that my last name is Italian. Perhaps I should also warn him of my neo-nazi tendencies.
"Chow did you find out about us?"
" I'm supposed to be meeting my friend here."
"Where is she?"
" I don't know. Why don't you go ask your friends in the Mosad? "
Is he serious? He is fucking serious. And this entire time he has this smug ass smile on his face that keeps stepping all over the suffrage movement.
"If you don't go to synagogue in Boston and your friend isn't here... then why are you chere?"
Why am I here? I don't know. That's a pretty existential thought for just wanting to attend sabbath services. I guess I'm here because hashem, in all his grace, has decided that I needed to really question my beliefs and my faith through being questioned by a sleezey Israeli with a slick phone and even slicker hair.
Actually, no. I think you're just an asshole.
Finally he lets me in as if he'd doing this huge favor and I should give him a little lechiam in return.
We had a wonderful dinner with the rabbi that night and had nice conversations with foreigners. The Israelis at the table continued to be creepy and have eyes made for undressing. But all in all it was a good night.
And then I got drunk and stumbled home on the night bus.
Thursday 17 January 2008
Free flight!
Yep. It says it all. I got a free flight on Ryan air. Bitches gonna fuck up some hos. yo.
Please excuse the profanity, but I am just so excited. I'm off to Rome with friends, then to Dublin by me wee little self. Unless of course someone wants to join me on such a treacherous journey. But no one will. BECAUSE I WON'T LET THEM!!!
So things have been pretty tame on this side. I got a wonderful visit from a friend I haven't seen for a long time. PJ and his kind girlfriend, Georgina, spent two nights with me and we wandered around London aimlessly. Well, not entirely. PJ had a list of things to do which, as I recall, only completed a few. Two days in London is like...nothing.
We visited the Tate Modern which is a splendid place, seriously. But like all art museums, after about the third painting of an apple that looks mysteriously like a vagina,I got overwhelmed and had to sit down.
By the way, I am hearing screams of some kind of animal from outside my window and it's freaking me out.
Anyway, the Tate is a great place. There was a dungeon with Wax sculptures on the way though that caught my eye and I will definitely be visiting them soon enough. Then it was off to China town to eat food and look at the lights of Leicester Sq. (pronounced Lester. You silly English) and I felt compelled to spend loads and loads of hard earned loan money. Thanks Andrea!
By the end, I was tired of being so touristy although I do enjoy it. I still have to visit such places as Parliament, the Tower of London, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, The British Museum, The Victoria and Albert Museum, blah blah blah...all the wonderful things. It seems though that time is running out. Seriously, I have been here almost three weeks already. THAT IS QUITE NEARLY A MONTH! Can you believe that? I am amazed.
Still trying to make those connections and slowly trying to learn to love myself. I am having a hard time doing that. I have probably gained some weight what with all the drinking and eating I have taken interest in. Yet I refuse to stop it. It would be in my best interest to not have purchased that wonderful ice cream but I did it anyways;. And that fish and chips, and those three ciders, and that blah and those bloops. When evening hits I am a mess of pounding one bad food after another.
Thing will get better and they will like me for the must. I am that likable.
Please excuse the profanity, but I am just so excited. I'm off to Rome with friends, then to Dublin by me wee little self. Unless of course someone wants to join me on such a treacherous journey. But no one will. BECAUSE I WON'T LET THEM!!!
So things have been pretty tame on this side. I got a wonderful visit from a friend I haven't seen for a long time. PJ and his kind girlfriend, Georgina, spent two nights with me and we wandered around London aimlessly. Well, not entirely. PJ had a list of things to do which, as I recall, only completed a few. Two days in London is like...nothing.
We visited the Tate Modern which is a splendid place, seriously. But like all art museums, after about the third painting of an apple that looks mysteriously like a vagina,I got overwhelmed and had to sit down.
By the way, I am hearing screams of some kind of animal from outside my window and it's freaking me out.
Anyway, the Tate is a great place. There was a dungeon with Wax sculptures on the way though that caught my eye and I will definitely be visiting them soon enough. Then it was off to China town to eat food and look at the lights of Leicester Sq. (pronounced Lester. You silly English) and I felt compelled to spend loads and loads of hard earned loan money. Thanks Andrea!
By the end, I was tired of being so touristy although I do enjoy it. I still have to visit such places as Parliament, the Tower of London, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, The British Museum, The Victoria and Albert Museum, blah blah blah...all the wonderful things. It seems though that time is running out. Seriously, I have been here almost three weeks already. THAT IS QUITE NEARLY A MONTH! Can you believe that? I am amazed.
Still trying to make those connections and slowly trying to learn to love myself. I am having a hard time doing that. I have probably gained some weight what with all the drinking and eating I have taken interest in. Yet I refuse to stop it. It would be in my best interest to not have purchased that wonderful ice cream but I did it anyways;. And that fish and chips, and those three ciders, and that blah and those bloops. When evening hits I am a mess of pounding one bad food after another.
Thing will get better and they will like me for the must. I am that likable.
Saturday 12 January 2008
Waiting
I am waiting for my laundry to finish. I have no clothes. I am in jeans and my jammie top because its the only top I have.
I am still struggling to make connections with people here. I don't get it. I just can't seem to be on their level...and it's not that I think I am above or they are above in the ratio of levels, but they must be in another dimension than I. I can't blame them. I think if a new girl came into the middle of my circle of friends, I may not be so outright welcoming. They do invite me out on occasion and I do partake in drinking, but I don't want to be pissed out of my mind to be able to talk to these people.
For an example. Mark, my neighbor, is in his room. It's only us on the floor, the others have gone to a house party. Now, should I go start a conversation that I know may be awkward and probably not even wanted? Okay, now I am just setting myself up for defeat.
Today Catlin and I went to Brick Lane. It's a market place with a ton of vintage shops which are all over priced. But I did find a sweet Al Pacino shirt for only 3 pounds. That is a deal, my friend. We shall return there later. We also saw a Daniel Johnston exhibit. Now, if you don't know who Daniel Johnston is, he is quite the...artist. His drawing are below. A great musician and his drawings are an interesting glimpse into the brain of this disturbed idiot savant.
I have some pictures finally.
I am still struggling to make connections with people here. I don't get it. I just can't seem to be on their level...and it's not that I think I am above or they are above in the ratio of levels, but they must be in another dimension than I. I can't blame them. I think if a new girl came into the middle of my circle of friends, I may not be so outright welcoming. They do invite me out on occasion and I do partake in drinking, but I don't want to be pissed out of my mind to be able to talk to these people.
For an example. Mark, my neighbor, is in his room. It's only us on the floor, the others have gone to a house party. Now, should I go start a conversation that I know may be awkward and probably not even wanted? Okay, now I am just setting myself up for defeat.
Today Catlin and I went to Brick Lane. It's a market place with a ton of vintage shops which are all over priced. But I did find a sweet Al Pacino shirt for only 3 pounds. That is a deal, my friend. We shall return there later. We also saw a Daniel Johnston exhibit. Now, if you don't know who Daniel Johnston is, he is quite the...artist. His drawing are below. A great musician and his drawings are an interesting glimpse into the brain of this disturbed idiot savant.
I have some pictures finally.
Sunday 6 January 2008
Top of the Pops
After getting quite boozed up with my roommates....or FLATmate should I say, I woke up in a haze and the awkwardness seeped in again. I wish that people could be drunk all the time. Then their inhibitions towards other humans would disappear. Also nothing would ever get done, but thats small peas on comparison to all the social situations people would let themselves get into! And there wouldn't ever be that weird aftermath of the shitty feeling of becoming sober and people realize that they are surrounded by other humans and turn into marble.
Well I went shopping today. I mean, are you surprised? Good bye $430 dollars! Hello debt! It's impossible to not spend more than 30 pounds a day. Well, actually it an be done if you don't go buy every shiny English thing you see. If i can't control what I put in my mouth, how can I control what I take out of my wallet? Don't ask such things of me!
I'm listening to an impossible amount of Art Brut. It's getting a little obsessive, but its about to time to get a new obsession. More later. I have laundry to do. Pictures too!
Well I went shopping today. I mean, are you surprised? Good bye $430 dollars! Hello debt! It's impossible to not spend more than 30 pounds a day. Well, actually it an be done if you don't go buy every shiny English thing you see. If i can't control what I put in my mouth, how can I control what I take out of my wallet? Don't ask such things of me!
I'm listening to an impossible amount of Art Brut. It's getting a little obsessive, but its about to time to get a new obsession. More later. I have laundry to do. Pictures too!
Friday 4 January 2008
This is England
The English all look like elves. Every last on of them.
Well, the real ones at least. And by real I mean their fore fathers used to gaze upon the Tower of London with great fear. They all have these cute, little bulbous noses, rosy cheeks, pasty skin, and hobbit like hair. Maybe I am taking it a bit far, but seriously. The English are mythical creatures.
Today was orientation. We met up with the exchange students, such as myself. It was refreshing to actually speak to another human being for once. I was getting tired of my own voice. Plus I think it was getting annoyed with me. We didn't do much but talk about student services, look at the hub, ate lunch. It was a delicious lunch of tiny sandwiches and Clementine's (of which I stole 6).
Afterwards we walked around London and the SoHo district. We walked by Davis Market, Carnaby Street, cute galleries, expensive shops where a bag costs more than my entire bank account, and oh so many little pubs. Then they bought us drinks as some little pub. I ordered my first drink at a pub. It was some organic cider because I have no pallet for ale....yet.
Give me time. I'll be a drunk soon enough.
So I am loving London pretty much completely so far. Until my heart gets broken by some bloody brit. Then I'll be begging to come home.
But until then, I'll be on my mobile, in my flat, drinking my ale which I bought with my quid, and using the loo that has no damn sink for hand washing. It's a beautiful place.
Well, the real ones at least. And by real I mean their fore fathers used to gaze upon the Tower of London with great fear. They all have these cute, little bulbous noses, rosy cheeks, pasty skin, and hobbit like hair. Maybe I am taking it a bit far, but seriously. The English are mythical creatures.
Today was orientation. We met up with the exchange students, such as myself. It was refreshing to actually speak to another human being for once. I was getting tired of my own voice. Plus I think it was getting annoyed with me. We didn't do much but talk about student services, look at the hub, ate lunch. It was a delicious lunch of tiny sandwiches and Clementine's (of which I stole 6).
Afterwards we walked around London and the SoHo district. We walked by Davis Market, Carnaby Street, cute galleries, expensive shops where a bag costs more than my entire bank account, and oh so many little pubs. Then they bought us drinks as some little pub. I ordered my first drink at a pub. It was some organic cider because I have no pallet for ale....yet.
Give me time. I'll be a drunk soon enough.
So I am loving London pretty much completely so far. Until my heart gets broken by some bloody brit. Then I'll be begging to come home.
But until then, I'll be on my mobile, in my flat, drinking my ale which I bought with my quid, and using the loo that has no damn sink for hand washing. It's a beautiful place.
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