LOOKING BACK ON OLD ENTRIES, I FOUND A TYPO
I just wanted anyone who may have caught it (all one of you) to know.
Another constellation dies
Do what you want, ‘cause it’s your own sky
Scissor Sisters, “Land of a Thousand Words”
Read: Angst, angst, angst.
Reasons I feel bad for being angsty:
1) There are others who have in way worse than I do. And not even like “there are starving kids in Africa” kind of worse, but like “Suck it up, dude, you should be offering a shoulder to cry on instead of having your own pity party” kind of worse.
2) There are starving kids in Africa who have it way worse than I do.
3) I have a trip to Florida and a shit ton of visitors to look forward to.
4) I’m not ever that girl.
Reasons why I do not feel bad for being angsty:
1) I am aware of others having it way worse than I do, and have been avoiding projecting anger in the form of stamping my foot or throwing myself onto my bed with an audible sigh as though to suggest “Someone should be asking me what’s wrong!” Instead, I channel my angst into activities such as laundry, listening to understatedly angsty music, and blog entires.
2) It is a stressful week for everyone, I believe that most people are experiencing slightly more angst than usual. I’m part of the majority.
3) ‘Feeling like the past six months have been a bit of a waste— particularly the past two and a half of them— while having a handful of songs ruined by negative association as well as not being able to leave the house without being concerned about appearance on the off-chance I should run into someone I don’t particularly want to see anyway especially when you wear gay boots’ might constitute a legitimate reason to by angsty in some opinions.
4) I’m not ever that girl.
Florida now, please?
WTF
I’m pretty sure I know more boys right now that I can classify as “fucking crybabies” than I do girls.
Holy hangover batman! 2010 just hit like a plate glass door
Sara A. Keller, via text
And that it did. 2009 was awesome. Bring on the new decade.
I Suck at Blogging…
Because I updated next to never whilst abroad. But at any rate, this semester= one of the better decisions of my college career for the following reasons:
1) I got to visit many a beautiful place. For starters, Dublin:
Between getting in touch with my roots, meeting many a friendly Dubliner, getting to see the beautiful Ginny Yeoman, visiting the Guinness brewery, and, of course, miserably hiking around the city AND returning to London in Halloween gear, Dublin was, if anything, an entertaining travel experience.
Next, Amsterdam and Bruges:
Basically, going from the youngest, giddiest city in the universe to the most fairy tale of effing places on the planet. Not only were many coffee shops visited, we also were very cultured and hit up the van Gogh museum. Furthermore, we were very stereotypical college students and hit up the Heineken brewery. And lastly, we got our ‘Dutch’ on and visited a windmill and a cheese AND clog factory. Highlight: I got to help make a clog. ROCK ON.
Then, we visited Bruges for a few hours, where we were directed to the most adorable bar with over 400 types of beer…. which was closed. Bummer. So instead, we went to ANOTHER bar which still served several delicious flavors of beer and also played very frightening pranks on us (i.e. used their *very* complex pulley system to drop a spider on us from the ceiling. Major psych out, fools.)
Then, the low-cost trip that we booked on a whim, Vienna.
We ate food worthy of royalty.
We stayed in a Palace (hostel) with a view fit for a king.
And we explored the city— Palace-looking building after palace-looking building, all of them getting decked out for the holidays. Awww….
Lastly, Paris.
The experience made complete with the help of my favorite tour guide, of course…
Miracles happened on this trip. We ate fondue while we drank wine from baby bottles. We visited Notre Dame without having to wait in line. We turned the corner to the Eiffel Tower JUST in time to see the light show. It was a lovely, lovely thing. AND Kristina not only navigated like a champ, she also ordered everything for me so that I didn’t have to butcher the beautiful French language. That’s what girlfriends are for.
2) I adored all of my teachers. Dear Nesta, my Modern Drama and Performance professor, was probably the most adorably British woman ever, right? Now, when she gave directions, she was very proper and precise, right? If I were to choose someone as an aunt, right?, I would most likely choose her. Right? Right. (Oh, and by the way, she said “right” a lot.) My Abnormal Psychology professor, Kate, was the most nervous of wrecks when it came to talking in front of crowds, but was also the nicest, most apologetic person ever. Not to mention, she had zero issue pushing back the due date on papers by two weeks when we definitely didn’t deserve it. (Miracles happen, folks.) Julia Pascal was probably the most brutally honest but constructive Playwriting professor, evs. She is simply the best person. Example— Julia: You were all supposed to read Pinter for me, yes? Us: (after a week of nonstop work and obvious neglect to remember this assignment) Umm… yeah… we didn’t do that. Julia: Oh. Well that’s okay. You’ll read him somewhere along the way….
Love.
Speaking of love, Prof. The man need no other name. He would actually get so excited about Cognition that he would stumble over words— and tables. Basically, I want to marry him.
3) General love of London. I honestly can’t really describe it. It’s probably the most perfect balance between New York and Europe. Not to mention the lack of flavorful food made for a great diet. The abundance of wonderful drinks, however, counteracted said diet…
4) I met plenty of beautiful people. Naturally, as I am the laziest photographer ever, I don’t have a picture of all of them together. Quick overview:
Aaaaand then some.
5) ‘Twas an amazing path of self-discovery. But I won’t bore all of you with that.
In short, it was a good time. I’m sad to have left, but it makes me oddly more excited to be back home and to return to New York. Funny thing, innit bruv?
STUDYING WHOMPS
In other news, I’m testing out new alternatives to my usual obscenities.
