Last night was perhaps the most epic we have had yet here at PV21.
However, I am far too lazy to write it all down just yet. As a tasty appetizer though, know that it involves dares, streaking, near-kidnapping, a near bar-fight (started by yours truly), and pouring rain. Okay, that doesn't sound very epic. But just wait.
Tomorrow perhaps. Soon, promise.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
excellence.
Oooh, I have quite the story tonight. Yes sir, this is one to go down in the history books.
Tonight was the much-awaited Canoe Club meet. Alan, Matt, Abby, and I had been planning on going. On our way there, we came up with the fun idea of me pretending I was British the entire night. I immediately became Molly from Kent. We then found the others and loaded up on the bus, with them laughing hysterically every time I said anything and especially when I would introduce myself.
Kayaking itself was incredible. We were in an indoor pool, so it was really crowded, but somehow I got my own boat and my own coach. So basically I became unbelievably skilled and awesome at kayaking. But seriously, my coach said it seemed to come very naturally to me. So there, Betheas!
It became a bit worrisome when my coach asked me where I was from, and I said Kent, and he called over another girl who was also from Kent. She asked me where I was from in Kent, which luckily Matt had prepared me for, and I responded Maidstone. I nearly threw up when she responded very enthusiastically with, "ME TOO!!!!" She then asked me what school I went to, which Matt had also prepared me for (he's a clever one, this Matt of mine), and so I responded with, "Seven Oaks." I couldn't remember if it was seven or nine though, so I kind of stuttered saying it, but luckily she didn't seem to notice. She then began proclaiming about how close to her house that was so I started pretending to not be able to hear her and then floated away. It was close, to say the least. It is a miracle I remembered all those random answers in the moment.
The real interesting part of this story comes in the form of a friend I made without meaning to. The other guy in my teaching group was a gay guy named Chris. Well, after the kayaking bit, we went to a pub. Because the English can't do anything without there being alcohol somehow involved. So at this pub (where I was wearing sweatpants with a wet butt from my bathing suit bottoms and just my bathing suit top with my jacket over it because I was not informed of the after hours pub bit of the plan), Chris comes to our table and decides me and him are best friends and proceeds to spend the rest of the night with us. He then asked for my full name to add me on facebook so I told him that my real name was Malia but I went by Molly because it was easier. Then he asked for my phone number so I told him I had just gotten a new phone and I didn't know the number yet and didn't have it with me. More close calls averted.
Then the best thing ever happened. At the pub, Matt decided to be risky and told Chris I had an amazing American accent. So they all demanded I do it, and I did - and then Chris begins to rant about how American accents grate on his nerves and just how horrible they are and so on. We were nearly hysterical. Then on the bus, I said something about an American girl who lived in our flat. Which then inspired Chris to begin a tirade about how unbelievable it is that the housing office would make us live with the likes of an American, and how being called an American is the worst possible insult, and when he found out "she" was from Georgia, he began nearly screaming about how Georgia is still racist and anyone from there is absolute trash. He said he had met a girl from California a few days ago and he assured her that it was okay, at least she wasn't from Georgia. He said that everyone in Georgia is lying on the ground all the time either from fainting in the Spirit or because they are black and were beaten up. I can't even explain how much we were laughing. I almost threw up and I couldn't even begin to breathe. Of course the boys were just egging him on agreeing with everything he said. I was past hysterics.
Anyways, he friended me on facebook and I chatted him and told him I was American and the boys had dared me to be British all night. I thought he might be mad, but he actually thought it was funny. He was also quite forgiving because he has a crush on Alan now! So I invited him to come out with us tomorrow night so he can be around Alan. I thought it was a nice way to make up for our rough start, yes?
I love lying. It makes life so much tastier.
Tonight was the much-awaited Canoe Club meet. Alan, Matt, Abby, and I had been planning on going. On our way there, we came up with the fun idea of me pretending I was British the entire night. I immediately became Molly from Kent. We then found the others and loaded up on the bus, with them laughing hysterically every time I said anything and especially when I would introduce myself.
Kayaking itself was incredible. We were in an indoor pool, so it was really crowded, but somehow I got my own boat and my own coach. So basically I became unbelievably skilled and awesome at kayaking. But seriously, my coach said it seemed to come very naturally to me. So there, Betheas!
It became a bit worrisome when my coach asked me where I was from, and I said Kent, and he called over another girl who was also from Kent. She asked me where I was from in Kent, which luckily Matt had prepared me for, and I responded Maidstone. I nearly threw up when she responded very enthusiastically with, "ME TOO!!!!" She then asked me what school I went to, which Matt had also prepared me for (he's a clever one, this Matt of mine), and so I responded with, "Seven Oaks." I couldn't remember if it was seven or nine though, so I kind of stuttered saying it, but luckily she didn't seem to notice. She then began proclaiming about how close to her house that was so I started pretending to not be able to hear her and then floated away. It was close, to say the least. It is a miracle I remembered all those random answers in the moment.
The real interesting part of this story comes in the form of a friend I made without meaning to. The other guy in my teaching group was a gay guy named Chris. Well, after the kayaking bit, we went to a pub. Because the English can't do anything without there being alcohol somehow involved. So at this pub (where I was wearing sweatpants with a wet butt from my bathing suit bottoms and just my bathing suit top with my jacket over it because I was not informed of the after hours pub bit of the plan), Chris comes to our table and decides me and him are best friends and proceeds to spend the rest of the night with us. He then asked for my full name to add me on facebook so I told him that my real name was Malia but I went by Molly because it was easier. Then he asked for my phone number so I told him I had just gotten a new phone and I didn't know the number yet and didn't have it with me. More close calls averted.
Then the best thing ever happened. At the pub, Matt decided to be risky and told Chris I had an amazing American accent. So they all demanded I do it, and I did - and then Chris begins to rant about how American accents grate on his nerves and just how horrible they are and so on. We were nearly hysterical. Then on the bus, I said something about an American girl who lived in our flat. Which then inspired Chris to begin a tirade about how unbelievable it is that the housing office would make us live with the likes of an American, and how being called an American is the worst possible insult, and when he found out "she" was from Georgia, he began nearly screaming about how Georgia is still racist and anyone from there is absolute trash. He said he had met a girl from California a few days ago and he assured her that it was okay, at least she wasn't from Georgia. He said that everyone in Georgia is lying on the ground all the time either from fainting in the Spirit or because they are black and were beaten up. I can't even explain how much we were laughing. I almost threw up and I couldn't even begin to breathe. Of course the boys were just egging him on agreeing with everything he said. I was past hysterics.
Anyways, he friended me on facebook and I chatted him and told him I was American and the boys had dared me to be British all night. I thought he might be mad, but he actually thought it was funny. He was also quite forgiving because he has a crush on Alan now! So I invited him to come out with us tomorrow night so he can be around Alan. I thought it was a nice way to make up for our rough start, yes?
I love lying. It makes life so much tastier.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
girl stuff.
So I know both of you will highly appreciate what I am about to tell you. I am about to start my period. You're welcome.
Anyways, I am currently in a terribly foul mood.
[I almost wrote "fowl" and so now I feel a bit better.]
But really. I have been nearly on the verge of tears all day and I can barely speak in social situations because I am so broody [yes, true Angel style]. I have been weepy about Zach, too, which is perhaps the most annoying thing ever. I don't have feelings for him anymore [except sheer loathing, of course] but I seem to still be attached somehow. And it makes me mad. Right after it makes me cry.
Come cuddle?
Anyways, I am currently in a terribly foul mood.
[I almost wrote "fowl" and so now I feel a bit better.]
But really. I have been nearly on the verge of tears all day and I can barely speak in social situations because I am so broody [yes, true Angel style]. I have been weepy about Zach, too, which is perhaps the most annoying thing ever. I don't have feelings for him anymore [except sheer loathing, of course] but I seem to still be attached somehow. And it makes me mad. Right after it makes me cry.
Come cuddle?
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
jet lag?
I'm not sure how long you can blame laziness on jet lag, but I am pushing the envelope. I went to bed around three last night and got up at ten - aka plenty of sleep, right? Well, I took a four hour nap after my last lecture this afternoon. What is wrong with me?!?
Not surprisingly, I feel quite out of it. I am putting off finishing my reading for lecture tomorrow, but I at least stayed in instead of going out the mates. Which means in the next few minutes I might get bored enough to finish.
Ok, so here is the most recent thing. I am terrified of my classes. I am basically in freshman and sophomore classes, but I'm really worries they are going to be a lot harder than what I am used to. There is so little class time that I think you are expected to do loads of outside work and reading, and I am certainly not used to actually having to put time and effort into my classes. Thank you, UGA, for an outstanding preparation for real work. Anyways, yeah. I'm scared.
My mates Matt and Alan on the bottom floor are signing me up for all these random outdoor sports that I am quite excited about. We are going to an indoor kayaking class on Thursday night and perhaps archery on Saturday and rock-climbing on Monday. It's definitely a good thing because I haven't been able to run (equally to blame are the rain and my sleepiness) and I've been eating crap. So hopefully they will get me into a more active routine.
Well, I suppose that is it. Guess I have to go read now. Bah.
Love love love
Not surprisingly, I feel quite out of it. I am putting off finishing my reading for lecture tomorrow, but I at least stayed in instead of going out the mates. Which means in the next few minutes I might get bored enough to finish.
Ok, so here is the most recent thing. I am terrified of my classes. I am basically in freshman and sophomore classes, but I'm really worries they are going to be a lot harder than what I am used to. There is so little class time that I think you are expected to do loads of outside work and reading, and I am certainly not used to actually having to put time and effort into my classes. Thank you, UGA, for an outstanding preparation for real work. Anyways, yeah. I'm scared.
My mates Matt and Alan on the bottom floor are signing me up for all these random outdoor sports that I am quite excited about. We are going to an indoor kayaking class on Thursday night and perhaps archery on Saturday and rock-climbing on Monday. It's definitely a good thing because I haven't been able to run (equally to blame are the rain and my sleepiness) and I've been eating crap. So hopefully they will get me into a more active routine.
Well, I suppose that is it. Guess I have to go read now. Bah.
Love love love
Monday, October 5, 2009
sleepy
First day of lectures: one hour lecture at 9am, followed by a five hour nap followed by another three hour nap. Fail.
The flatmates are trying to talk me into going to some clubbing thing tonight, but all I want to do is go to the library and do my reading and then go to bed. I am so much fun.
Last night, as both of you have heard already, consisted of a comedy club and being roasted for being an American in front of a few hundred people, followed by nearly getting into a fist fight on the bus because a girl wouldn't put her cigarette out. Awesome. It is ridiculous how much these people make fun of Americans. I mean, I agree on a lot of the things they are annoyed with, but there is a limit I can deal with, people.
Now for some positivity. I am signed up to start rockclimbing with the mountaineering club next Monday! And I found out that this is located on my campus here!! AND my teacher this morning was absolutely beautiful! So see, not everything has gone wrong in the past few days.
Okay, well, I'm off. I love both of you infinite amounts.
The flatmates are trying to talk me into going to some clubbing thing tonight, but all I want to do is go to the library and do my reading and then go to bed. I am so much fun.
Last night, as both of you have heard already, consisted of a comedy club and being roasted for being an American in front of a few hundred people, followed by nearly getting into a fist fight on the bus because a girl wouldn't put her cigarette out. Awesome. It is ridiculous how much these people make fun of Americans. I mean, I agree on a lot of the things they are annoyed with, but there is a limit I can deal with, people.
Now for some positivity. I am signed up to start rockclimbing with the mountaineering club next Monday! And I found out that this is located on my campus here!! AND my teacher this morning was absolutely beautiful! So see, not everything has gone wrong in the past few days.
Okay, well, I'm off. I love both of you infinite amounts.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
ridiculous.
I am currently sitting in my room, holding my breath as everything smells like the most disgusting body odor I could ever conjure up. It is disgusting. I want to take a shower but can't because the bathroom is covered in black, chunky vomit. Just being in my house is nervewracking because one of them might approach at any second. Let me just explain how things got to this point.
Last night, all of us in our house were having a splendid evening eating pizza in and telling stories when Anna informed us that her boyfriend and two of his friends were coming up. they arrived an hour or so later, all three of them completely drunk. And when I say completely, I mean completely. One of them could barely walk. This same one soon got sick and was stuck in the bathroom for the next few hours throwing up. The other friend smelled of, as Lorri described, "a strange mixture of b.o. and onions." It was repulsive. Well, all of us (not including the drunkards) went to a party in another dorm area. Rephrase: we went to approximately four parties that all consisted of around seven extremely dodgy looking people in a small room with really loud music playing. Needless to say, we gave up and left highly disheartened after discovering number four was also a bust. So we come back to our flat to find the sick one still sick and the smelly one even smellier. After much coaxing, we were finally able to move the sick one upstairs into a pallet on the floor. However, this left a bathroom stall full of puke. It was black, chunky, and all over the floor.
Well, for whatever reason, I decided to become Mother Theresa, and I cleaned the whole mess up. THE WHOLE MESS! I am not sure what went wrong in my head to think that was a good idea, but I nonetheless did it. I then proceeded to be even more generous and caring by entertaining the smelly one for hours. I listened to him go on about pretty much nothing for so long that I can't even remember what it is we talked about. It started out as a group of us in the kitchen, and then I tried to escape into my room but he followed me and kept talking. Then around 6 freaking am he asked if I was tired to which I responded with a decisive YES, handing him a blanket and telling him to have a good sleep in the hall.
Not so lucky. I began getting ready for bed, but before I could even get fully changed into my pjs, he knocks on my door and asks if he can sleep on my floor. On my floor IN MY ROOM! Obviously, I couldn't say no, so he comes in and changes into his pjs IN FRONT OF ME and lies down. He kept trying to talk to me but I put my iPod in and he finally went to sleep. I, however, couldn't go to sleep because the room smelled SO bad. I finally found a scarf and covered my face with it and was able to fall asleep.
When I woke up, the room was so muggy I could barely breathe. It was horrible. I sprinted out of the room, and when he woke up later and left the room, I nearly passed out from how bad it was after going back in. I can't explain to you just how absolutely repulsive this stench was. It permeated everything and seared itself into your nostril hairs so that you couldn't escape it. SO BAD! It might have even been worse than the one we used to have to endure (you know what I'm talking about). Imagine that, please. We opened all the windows on our floor after he left and hung my blanket out the window and febreezed everything and it is still lingering. I want to kill him and Anna and her boyfriend and sweat glands and slacking deoderant companies and myself so I don't have to breathe in this contaminated poison anymore.
So that was my ridiculous night last night. Either the universe is against me or I make the worst possible sequences of decisions any person could ever make.
Last night, all of us in our house were having a splendid evening eating pizza in and telling stories when Anna informed us that her boyfriend and two of his friends were coming up. they arrived an hour or so later, all three of them completely drunk. And when I say completely, I mean completely. One of them could barely walk. This same one soon got sick and was stuck in the bathroom for the next few hours throwing up. The other friend smelled of, as Lorri described, "a strange mixture of b.o. and onions." It was repulsive. Well, all of us (not including the drunkards) went to a party in another dorm area. Rephrase: we went to approximately four parties that all consisted of around seven extremely dodgy looking people in a small room with really loud music playing. Needless to say, we gave up and left highly disheartened after discovering number four was also a bust. So we come back to our flat to find the sick one still sick and the smelly one even smellier. After much coaxing, we were finally able to move the sick one upstairs into a pallet on the floor. However, this left a bathroom stall full of puke. It was black, chunky, and all over the floor.
Well, for whatever reason, I decided to become Mother Theresa, and I cleaned the whole mess up. THE WHOLE MESS! I am not sure what went wrong in my head to think that was a good idea, but I nonetheless did it. I then proceeded to be even more generous and caring by entertaining the smelly one for hours. I listened to him go on about pretty much nothing for so long that I can't even remember what it is we talked about. It started out as a group of us in the kitchen, and then I tried to escape into my room but he followed me and kept talking. Then around 6 freaking am he asked if I was tired to which I responded with a decisive YES, handing him a blanket and telling him to have a good sleep in the hall.
Not so lucky. I began getting ready for bed, but before I could even get fully changed into my pjs, he knocks on my door and asks if he can sleep on my floor. On my floor IN MY ROOM! Obviously, I couldn't say no, so he comes in and changes into his pjs IN FRONT OF ME and lies down. He kept trying to talk to me but I put my iPod in and he finally went to sleep. I, however, couldn't go to sleep because the room smelled SO bad. I finally found a scarf and covered my face with it and was able to fall asleep.
When I woke up, the room was so muggy I could barely breathe. It was horrible. I sprinted out of the room, and when he woke up later and left the room, I nearly passed out from how bad it was after going back in. I can't explain to you just how absolutely repulsive this stench was. It permeated everything and seared itself into your nostril hairs so that you couldn't escape it. SO BAD! It might have even been worse than the one we used to have to endure (you know what I'm talking about). Imagine that, please. We opened all the windows on our floor after he left and hung my blanket out the window and febreezed everything and it is still lingering. I want to kill him and Anna and her boyfriend and sweat glands and slacking deoderant companies and myself so I don't have to breathe in this contaminated poison anymore.
So that was my ridiculous night last night. Either the universe is against me or I make the worst possible sequences of decisions any person could ever make.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
lazy day
Ah, at last these posts are caught up and correct on the actual day. Today has been a lovely, lazy day - all that I accomplished was obtaining posters for my room and doing some laundry. I also took a wonderful nap and that makes me overwhelmingly happy - even though I am still exhausted! Maybe it is jetlag, or maybe I am narcoleptic in a new, undiscovered fashion. Who knows?
My posters are sooo cool. I have a Pablo Picasso one, a Van Gogh, and an Andy Warhol. There are pictures of them on facebook, so look at them because they are BEAUTIFUL. For real.
A large accomplishment of the day was hearing my flatmates say "jk lol." They say it like I do, and it is amazing. They can't quite get it out fast enough, though, so we are working on that. Rosie ran into my room and yells, "Malia, you are absolutely horrible - jk lol!" and then ran out. It was - in a word - amazing.
So Rosie and Anna and I are going to play netball! Apparently it is a huge sport over here. They said it is like basketball without the bouncing part. And I signed up for the rock climbing group, so hopefully I will have time to climb some while I'm here. We can't have my mad skills rotting away, now can we.
It is getting a bit colder outside, sadly. I haven't even had a proper day at the seaside yet...perhaps I can convince people to go to the beach this weekend. I have a tour of Brighton with the international students tomorrow, so I have great plans of taking zillions of super artsy pictures of the town. It is going to be brilliant.
Oh! Great news! Max watches How I Met Your Mother by downloading it every week, so that means I get to watch it! Woo. That sort of makes up for not being able to access Hulu or Pandora. I've bought three cds on iTunes already just because of the lack of Pandora. I've become very dependent on music these days, and my bank account is showing it.
I am effing starving at the moment. I had cereal for dinner, like I have had for every meal for the past week. I am so hungry and it won't go away and I just want some real food but I don't want to cook and ughhh I am delirious.
Ok. On that note, I believe I should sign off. I think both of you should follow me so I don't feel like I'm writing to no one. And leave me comments! Please??
Love you both like mad.
My posters are sooo cool. I have a Pablo Picasso one, a Van Gogh, and an Andy Warhol. There are pictures of them on facebook, so look at them because they are BEAUTIFUL. For real.
A large accomplishment of the day was hearing my flatmates say "jk lol." They say it like I do, and it is amazing. They can't quite get it out fast enough, though, so we are working on that. Rosie ran into my room and yells, "Malia, you are absolutely horrible - jk lol!" and then ran out. It was - in a word - amazing.
So Rosie and Anna and I are going to play netball! Apparently it is a huge sport over here. They said it is like basketball without the bouncing part. And I signed up for the rock climbing group, so hopefully I will have time to climb some while I'm here. We can't have my mad skills rotting away, now can we.
It is getting a bit colder outside, sadly. I haven't even had a proper day at the seaside yet...perhaps I can convince people to go to the beach this weekend. I have a tour of Brighton with the international students tomorrow, so I have great plans of taking zillions of super artsy pictures of the town. It is going to be brilliant.
Oh! Great news! Max watches How I Met Your Mother by downloading it every week, so that means I get to watch it! Woo. That sort of makes up for not being able to access Hulu or Pandora. I've bought three cds on iTunes already just because of the lack of Pandora. I've become very dependent on music these days, and my bank account is showing it.
I am effing starving at the moment. I had cereal for dinner, like I have had for every meal for the past week. I am so hungry and it won't go away and I just want some real food but I don't want to cook and ughhh I am delirious.
Ok. On that note, I believe I should sign off. I think both of you should follow me so I don't feel like I'm writing to no one. And leave me comments! Please??
Love you both like mad.
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