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.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
reaaaally catching up.
Dearest both of you,
And now I have no idea where to start. It has only been four days and I feel like my whole life has changed. So much has happened - there are so many good stories to tell! I won't bore you with all of them or all the details, so I will summarize with a few tasty highlights:
1. Upon my arrival, I slept nineteen hours straight. My flatmates thought I was dead.
2. I adore my flatmates. There are three floors with four bedrooms on each floor. On my floor, there is Anna [the punky, rather crazy one], Rosie [the rather sensible, sweet one], and Lorri [the blunt, always worried one]. On the middle floor there is Max [the sweet little fella], Charlie [the disappearing one whom I still haven't met - he isn't really into the whole family house bonding thing], Celia [the sultry, partying one], and Sadie [the type A, drinks like a sailor one]. On the bottom floor there is one empty bedroom, Luciano [we call him Lucy, which has made him somewhat avoidant of us], Matt [the intelligent, nice one], and Alan [whose actual name is Alanus, I discovered tonight - for obvious reasons, he chooses to be known as Alan].
3. Brighton is an incredible city. It is quite picturesque, as much for its architecture as the beachfront. The buildings are so lovely and classy looking. Rosie is so sick of hearing me call everything classy that she nearly hit me tonight. But it all is! Sunday we went during the day and had drinks at a pub right on the beach. There isn't any sand though, only pebbles, which I personally think is amazing. Then Monday night we went out on the town proper-like. There are infinite pubs, bars, and clubs - not to mention people frequenting them. One club we went to was right off the beach. I think my favorite part of the whole night was seeing that grinding doesn't happen here! Everyone dances separately! No nasty boys expecting the girls to pleasure them for no reason! Yes Brighton and the triumph of feminism! My other favorite part of the night was being called a "bonnie lass" by some man I walked by [and me flashing him a cheshire cat smile for not knowing how else to respond - I am so smooth] and Lucy telling me my accent was "so hot." Aah, brilliance.
4. I have introduced Anna and Rosie to "I'm on a Boat" and they are obsessed. It's beautiful.
5. I hate banking. There have been infinite problems with my citibank card and I want to kill it. Or something. Maybe I will just find a lot of money so I don't have to worry about it. Speaking of which, Matt and Alan found a cash machine tonight that doubled whatever you took out of it! So they emptied their entire bank accounts and got double what they were supposedly taking out. Sadly, by the time we got there, they had apparently reversed it to make up for the difference, because Max took out twenty pounds and only got ten. Sad day.
6. My school related sessions have been pretty much a waste of time. The other international students are kind of lame, and the info sessions have told me nothing. But I am going on various sightseeing trips with the international groups, so I suppose I will have to get over my elitism and talk to them. Surprisingly, they aren't all Asian. Didn't see that coming. But still, I haven't been impressed with the ones I have met. This one Canadian guy spent half an hour telling me how much the world hates America. Enough said.
7. I am attempting to go the entire time here without cooking. Mostly because I hate it. I don't think I'm going to make it, but I have so far. I've pretty much just been starving, living off of cereal and fruit and granola bars. I found some bagels at a shop on campus today though, so that was exciting.
8. Our house was robbed! We let these guys in to talk to us, and then we all went upstairs and when they left, they took a bunch of food and some of Max's really expensive whiskey. So we have sworn revenge against them - leading us to tonight's excitement. There was a huge party at the Brighton Pier, this amusement park out on the pier on the ocean. We were walking around the pier when I spotted them. Instantly burning hatred filled me, and we devised a brilliant plan. Well, actually first we went a bit overboard and I snapped a bunch of sneaky pictures of them and we picked up their cigarette butts for DNA evidence. We thought it was funny? But then Sadie developed the brilliant plan. They hadn't met her, so she went up to them and started flirting and found out where they live. So tomorrow she is going to tell our porter and get him to find the stuff in their rooms and bust them! Woo excitement!
9. We are basically detectives. There was tonight's incident, and another one earlier today. We were at the activities fair and passed a table that had a hand written sign boasting, "Badger Baiting." Long story short, these three guys kill badgers around campus by ramming drill bits into their heads or breaking all their legs to cause them to starve. They said they preferred the word "dispatching" instead of "killing." We were, naturally, horrified seeing as how they themselves admitted to the illegality of said activity. Anyways, Celia gathered some of their papers because she wants to write for the paper, and is going to expose them! We're so sneaky!
10. I rode my first roller coaster tonight at the pier. I think I might never do that again.
11. I went for a run yesterday on the paths behind campus (what they call "the Downs") and it was painfully beautiful. There were rolling hills dotted with sheep, ruins of old houses in fields of wheat, old fences containing horses munching on real English grass. I could have cried it was so perfect.
12. I might just have to move here. I love it. The most amazing thing to me so far is that you can shop for your groceries online and have them delivered to you for just a few pounds. It is the most incredible invention of all time. Their money is significantly cooler looking, too. Everything is much cooler looking, really. Classy, if you will. Rosie wouldn't, but you should.
13. I'm sure I'm forgetting things I really wanted to tell you two, but there is always tomorrow. I'm getting quite sleepy now.
Well, perhaps you are up to date now. I hope this hasn't bored you too badly.
I love both of you like mad.
And now I have no idea where to start. It has only been four days and I feel like my whole life has changed. So much has happened - there are so many good stories to tell! I won't bore you with all of them or all the details, so I will summarize with a few tasty highlights:
1. Upon my arrival, I slept nineteen hours straight. My flatmates thought I was dead.
2. I adore my flatmates. There are three floors with four bedrooms on each floor. On my floor, there is Anna [the punky, rather crazy one], Rosie [the rather sensible, sweet one], and Lorri [the blunt, always worried one]. On the middle floor there is Max [the sweet little fella], Charlie [the disappearing one whom I still haven't met - he isn't really into the whole family house bonding thing], Celia [the sultry, partying one], and Sadie [the type A, drinks like a sailor one]. On the bottom floor there is one empty bedroom, Luciano [we call him Lucy, which has made him somewhat avoidant of us], Matt [the intelligent, nice one], and Alan [whose actual name is Alanus, I discovered tonight - for obvious reasons, he chooses to be known as Alan].
3. Brighton is an incredible city. It is quite picturesque, as much for its architecture as the beachfront. The buildings are so lovely and classy looking. Rosie is so sick of hearing me call everything classy that she nearly hit me tonight. But it all is! Sunday we went during the day and had drinks at a pub right on the beach. There isn't any sand though, only pebbles, which I personally think is amazing. Then Monday night we went out on the town proper-like. There are infinite pubs, bars, and clubs - not to mention people frequenting them. One club we went to was right off the beach. I think my favorite part of the whole night was seeing that grinding doesn't happen here! Everyone dances separately! No nasty boys expecting the girls to pleasure them for no reason! Yes Brighton and the triumph of feminism! My other favorite part of the night was being called a "bonnie lass" by some man I walked by [and me flashing him a cheshire cat smile for not knowing how else to respond - I am so smooth] and Lucy telling me my accent was "so hot." Aah, brilliance.
4. I have introduced Anna and Rosie to "I'm on a Boat" and they are obsessed. It's beautiful.
5. I hate banking. There have been infinite problems with my citibank card and I want to kill it. Or something. Maybe I will just find a lot of money so I don't have to worry about it. Speaking of which, Matt and Alan found a cash machine tonight that doubled whatever you took out of it! So they emptied their entire bank accounts and got double what they were supposedly taking out. Sadly, by the time we got there, they had apparently reversed it to make up for the difference, because Max took out twenty pounds and only got ten. Sad day.
6. My school related sessions have been pretty much a waste of time. The other international students are kind of lame, and the info sessions have told me nothing. But I am going on various sightseeing trips with the international groups, so I suppose I will have to get over my elitism and talk to them. Surprisingly, they aren't all Asian. Didn't see that coming. But still, I haven't been impressed with the ones I have met. This one Canadian guy spent half an hour telling me how much the world hates America. Enough said.
7. I am attempting to go the entire time here without cooking. Mostly because I hate it. I don't think I'm going to make it, but I have so far. I've pretty much just been starving, living off of cereal and fruit and granola bars. I found some bagels at a shop on campus today though, so that was exciting.
8. Our house was robbed! We let these guys in to talk to us, and then we all went upstairs and when they left, they took a bunch of food and some of Max's really expensive whiskey. So we have sworn revenge against them - leading us to tonight's excitement. There was a huge party at the Brighton Pier, this amusement park out on the pier on the ocean. We were walking around the pier when I spotted them. Instantly burning hatred filled me, and we devised a brilliant plan. Well, actually first we went a bit overboard and I snapped a bunch of sneaky pictures of them and we picked up their cigarette butts for DNA evidence. We thought it was funny? But then Sadie developed the brilliant plan. They hadn't met her, so she went up to them and started flirting and found out where they live. So tomorrow she is going to tell our porter and get him to find the stuff in their rooms and bust them! Woo excitement!
9. We are basically detectives. There was tonight's incident, and another one earlier today. We were at the activities fair and passed a table that had a hand written sign boasting, "Badger Baiting." Long story short, these three guys kill badgers around campus by ramming drill bits into their heads or breaking all their legs to cause them to starve. They said they preferred the word "dispatching" instead of "killing." We were, naturally, horrified seeing as how they themselves admitted to the illegality of said activity. Anyways, Celia gathered some of their papers because she wants to write for the paper, and is going to expose them! We're so sneaky!
10. I rode my first roller coaster tonight at the pier. I think I might never do that again.
11. I went for a run yesterday on the paths behind campus (what they call "the Downs") and it was painfully beautiful. There were rolling hills dotted with sheep, ruins of old houses in fields of wheat, old fences containing horses munching on real English grass. I could have cried it was so perfect.
12. I might just have to move here. I love it. The most amazing thing to me so far is that you can shop for your groceries online and have them delivered to you for just a few pounds. It is the most incredible invention of all time. Their money is significantly cooler looking, too. Everything is much cooler looking, really. Classy, if you will. Rosie wouldn't, but you should.
13. I'm sure I'm forgetting things I really wanted to tell you two, but there is always tomorrow. I'm getting quite sleepy now.
Well, perhaps you are up to date now. I hope this hasn't bored you too badly.
I love both of you like mad.
catching up no.2
Here we go again.
September 26, 2009
Dear Beanie,
Well, I am on campus. I met a girl on the train who goes here, so I just followed her here. Now I am in front of the housing office waiting for them to open at 10, which I don’t even know if that is true, some girl told me that. There are all these happy little campus helpers about campus who have all tried to help me and are all telling me different things. One told me to go straight to my dorm, and the other told me to wait here. I actually think that I am supposed to be somewhere else entirely, aka checking in with the International Program people, but I am too tired of walking around being harassed that when I found a table I stopped immediately for a much welcome break. Hopefully all of these horrendously happy people will leave me alone now.
Well, you are going to be severely worried about me after I tell you the next bit. My last half an hour was spent with one of above mentioned happy campers telling me about the party life around here. In here words, “I remember my experience last year this week, it was just everybody drinking and being completely drunk...” Awesome. Just my kind of place. Not. I want to go to bed tonight! She told me that I have to come to some bar tonight that is apparently on campus. She also informed me of “raves” that go on in the woods behind campus - apparently you hike for thirty minutes and then everybody gets wasted and high. Though she did tell me not to do drugs, admitting that there are tons going around. Oh, and she described the international students as “very asian and very boring.” So HAHA on being right about the asians. She said that the asians don’t want to drink or have a good time. That sounds marvelous to me. Except the part about asian, of course.
So now I kind of just want to cry. I am a hermit! I came here to be cultured and educated and elitist, not experiment with alternative realities induced by substance abuse! I came here to get away from people in Georgia, not be ambushed by even more people that are ninety times worse!
Maybe I can find a fellow hermit. Doubtful though, considering everyone in the world but me seems to know that this is the school to come to to party. My border agent who stamped my passport told me that Brighton was the perfect place for students what with the clubs and pubs. THE UNIVERSE IS AGAINST ME!
All I want is classiness. Refined culture. Sipping tea whilst reading classics. Hiking to ancient ruins to feel the spirit of the ages. Discussing a book or a thought. Seeing a play that invokes the human condition. Going to a poetry reading and closing my eyes to let the lyrics lull me to peace.
But instead I get raves, bars, pubs, and clubs. And a whole lot of drunken Brits.
And now I am all of a sudden surrounded by asians. Everyone is speaking a different language and they are all so ugly! I am being ambushed!!!
I AM PRETENTIOUS, OKAY. I admit it. I am terribly pretentious and nerdy and elitist and I WANT TO FIT IN SOMEWHERE!
Maybe I can just get over my need for human interaction and not care that my flatmates think I am weird. Also doubtful. I care even now in my extreme hermit present state.
OH and good joke of the day. My debit card is missing. Yes, the debit card that I have never lost or even misplaced, is somehow missing. I open up my wallet to pay for my train ticket and it is nowhere to be found. So either I was robbed by someone who really loves First Citizens and didn’t take anything else, or I left it at home somehow. I KNEW I was forgetting something important.
It is almost ten. Aka five am our time.
Hey, I had the great idea that perhaps I could live at home next semester and commute. Maybe that is just the insane hermit tendencies talking, but it actually would be quite cheaper.
Ok. I am going to brave the outside world again. Wish me luck.
September 26, 2009
Dear Beanie,
Well, I am on campus. I met a girl on the train who goes here, so I just followed her here. Now I am in front of the housing office waiting for them to open at 10, which I don’t even know if that is true, some girl told me that. There are all these happy little campus helpers about campus who have all tried to help me and are all telling me different things. One told me to go straight to my dorm, and the other told me to wait here. I actually think that I am supposed to be somewhere else entirely, aka checking in with the International Program people, but I am too tired of walking around being harassed that when I found a table I stopped immediately for a much welcome break. Hopefully all of these horrendously happy people will leave me alone now.
Well, you are going to be severely worried about me after I tell you the next bit. My last half an hour was spent with one of above mentioned happy campers telling me about the party life around here. In here words, “I remember my experience last year this week, it was just everybody drinking and being completely drunk...” Awesome. Just my kind of place. Not. I want to go to bed tonight! She told me that I have to come to some bar tonight that is apparently on campus. She also informed me of “raves” that go on in the woods behind campus - apparently you hike for thirty minutes and then everybody gets wasted and high. Though she did tell me not to do drugs, admitting that there are tons going around. Oh, and she described the international students as “very asian and very boring.” So HAHA on being right about the asians. She said that the asians don’t want to drink or have a good time. That sounds marvelous to me. Except the part about asian, of course.
So now I kind of just want to cry. I am a hermit! I came here to be cultured and educated and elitist, not experiment with alternative realities induced by substance abuse! I came here to get away from people in Georgia, not be ambushed by even more people that are ninety times worse!
Maybe I can find a fellow hermit. Doubtful though, considering everyone in the world but me seems to know that this is the school to come to to party. My border agent who stamped my passport told me that Brighton was the perfect place for students what with the clubs and pubs. THE UNIVERSE IS AGAINST ME!
All I want is classiness. Refined culture. Sipping tea whilst reading classics. Hiking to ancient ruins to feel the spirit of the ages. Discussing a book or a thought. Seeing a play that invokes the human condition. Going to a poetry reading and closing my eyes to let the lyrics lull me to peace.
But instead I get raves, bars, pubs, and clubs. And a whole lot of drunken Brits.
And now I am all of a sudden surrounded by asians. Everyone is speaking a different language and they are all so ugly! I am being ambushed!!!
I AM PRETENTIOUS, OKAY. I admit it. I am terribly pretentious and nerdy and elitist and I WANT TO FIT IN SOMEWHERE!
Maybe I can just get over my need for human interaction and not care that my flatmates think I am weird. Also doubtful. I care even now in my extreme hermit present state.
OH and good joke of the day. My debit card is missing. Yes, the debit card that I have never lost or even misplaced, is somehow missing. I open up my wallet to pay for my train ticket and it is nowhere to be found. So either I was robbed by someone who really loves First Citizens and didn’t take anything else, or I left it at home somehow. I KNEW I was forgetting something important.
It is almost ten. Aka five am our time.
Hey, I had the great idea that perhaps I could live at home next semester and commute. Maybe that is just the insane hermit tendencies talking, but it actually would be quite cheaper.
Ok. I am going to brave the outside world again. Wish me luck.
catching up.
Ok, so I wrote these a few days ago upon my arrival to the UK. I didn't have internet then, so here they are. Jeeblet, don't be jealous. These were to Bean, but you will get some soon, I promise.
September 26, 2009
Dear Beanie,
Hello love. I am currently on the plane to London, and I can assure you that I am missing you most terribly. I have been counting the hours thinking of how much Buffy we could have watched - and thus decided that my dream should have come true and you should be here with me. Unfortunate we did not realize this a bit sooner.
The travels so far haven’t been too bad. Walking away from Mom in the airport was really, really bad. I got all teary-eyed and scared and sad and it was no good. I remember feeling like that when I walked away from you and her when I went to Brazil. It consists of thinking about how much I don’t want to be going away and how much I want to just be at home. Thankfully, it only lasted a little while and then I felt okay. I think I would be excited now if I didn’t have a splitting headache. I am seriously becoming Mom.
They just brought us breakfast so it shouldn’t be too much longer before our arrival. Although all that means for me is train catching and ultimate confusion, so I’m not exactly in any hurry. If I actually get there, I might just have to believe in miracles.
While I’m thinking about miracles, I hope you know that you are my miracle. Not only are we real siblings, but I think we are soul-siblings, or almas gemeas (twin souls), as they say in Brazil. I am so thankful for you. You don’t know how much you mean to me. And I have no idea how to put it into words (blame is being placed on the headache) so this is a rather pointless declaration of affection. Maybe next time there will be more sensical ideas in my head.
Right now, for instance, all I can think about is how the air is poisoned on this plane. Maybe not poisoned, but at least bad. My lips are all dried out and my nose feels like it is about to spontaneously combust. I can’t seem to get a good breath, either. AND my head hurts so badly. I am convinced that they dehydrate the air to save on some money. Or something.
This plane cut a lot of corners to save on money. It is one of the old kinds, so no personal television on the seat in front of you like I had gotten used to. No wireless internet either, meaning my genius plan of watching all those shows has been foiled. I guess I’ll just have to stay in bed all day tomorrow and watch them. Wait a second...that sounds marvelous! Anyway, the plane. The food is terrible, but that is to be expected. Where else would comedians get their jokes, right? I haven’t even opened the breakfast thing - I can’t figure out what it is and, to be honest, I am a bit afraid of it. It looks like a sausage biscuit, but I don’t see any sausage in the middle - only this egg looking thing oozing some brown substance. And it is hot while still in plastic baggie, which is never a good sign. At least there is a banana with it, no mind the fact that it was completely bruised and noticeably old. Oh, good thing though! They played two movies at the beginning, and although the first one was terrible (Ghosts of Girlfriends Past or something like that - one word: MatthewMcConehay [I have no idea how to spell his name but you understand the implied message of his terribleness, yes?]), the next one was the new STAR TREK!! And it was really good! Well, I think. I could barely hear what was going because the plug-in on the seat was so low tech it barely transmitted sound, and the small tv screen five rows in front of me is not only far away and very, very small, but also a remnant from the Stone Age, hence making the colors and images a bit difficult to make out. Like I said, all possible corners were cut in the production of this plane.
Okay, just for you, I’m going to open the breakfast amalgam. Here goes.
Hmm. It appears to be an egg biscuit. Though the bready part looks more like oatmeal cookies. Oh, the brown substance is where the bread was burnt onto the baggie. Well, that’s repulsive. Oh my. After a small pinch to taste it, I immediately regret that decision. The “bread” is stale and hard, and I’m not sure this yellow thing is actually an egg. Maybe I should become a stand up comedian after this monologue. Ugh, I keep taking little bites of it against my will! The egg tastes like it has maple flavoring in it! Repulsive!
Okay, I am NOT going to take another bite. I will drink my small carton of orange juice and be done with breakfast. Plus, our time it is 1am, which is not time for breakfast at all. So I should be ok starving myself, I think. I had a decent dinner. There was some canned chicken product that I avoided, but I ate some rice and a stale, flavorless roll, and the salad that was mostly cucumbers and radishes which I hate, and a random block of cheddar cheese, and two club crackers, and a surprisingly delicious chocolate-chip blondie.
Okay, now I am really going to stop with the airplane food jokes.
Hey, the good news is that I got a blanket and a pillow in my seat, which means I am going to have things to sleep with when I finally make it to campus! I currently have 1 pillow in my suitcase - which means I have no covers, no fan, and no teddy bear. But now I have a cheaply made, synthetic blanket-like thing, and a small, also cheaply made, and also synthetic pillow-like thing that I can use as a teddy bear!
[note: Please take good care of Patches and ...whatever we names the other one... in my absence. I am afraid Patches might be in a bad state of emotions due to me ditching him after he was infected with the evil in my room and subsequently not letting him travel with me. Pay him some special attention. Wearing gloves and a mask, of course.
I could be mistaken, but I think I am seeing a bit of sunlight up ahead. At one in the morning. What a bizarre day.
I apologize this is so lengthy and boring. I am tired of listening to music and all they are playing on the tv now is Will and Grace, or at least that I can make out what with the Stone Age technology.
OH! I can’t believe I didn’t tell you this already! When I was talking to the guy sitting next to me, basically all of what I said sounded like Buffy. For instance, when I was telling him about what I was doing, I said, “So yeah, this is me exchanging!” Buffy says that “this is me [doing something]” line all the time. Luckily I haven’t said “wiggins” yet, but I suppose it is only a matter of time. My social skills are basically completely dependent on that show at this point.
Yep, this is definitely a sunrise. I can see a bit of orange now. Unfortunately, it is in front of the plane and my angle of visibility to that region is not so good.
I think I want to live up in the sky. Then I could look out my window and see just how small everyone and everything really is. Plus, I would feel huge and way more important than everyone.
I am severely confused about how this plane is flying. I’m no engineer, but we are a lot of people in a lot of metal, and all this thing has are some rather flimsy looking wings. And a motor, I guess. But so does my car, and it doesn’t fly.
There are two small boys in the row across from me. I thought they were going to be supremely annoying, but turns out they have only been a minor nuisance.
OH MY GOSH, I can see land! Perhaps Ireland! I CAN SEE IRELAND!!!
There are a lot of trees and only a few lights. Perhaps these are the outer reaches of civilization. Maybe these people still speak Gaelic and worship Merlin.
I think those are trees. It could be just really rough terrain. With kind of a green tint. It is still kind of dark. This sunrise needs to get moving.
The people behind me are speaking gibberish. Maybe it is Gaelic. They have just gotten really loud. Maybe they see their settlement.
Hmm. Ireland is not very wide. I can see the other side of it already. Maybe we crossed at a skinny, non-inhabited place.
I have to fill out some kind of paper thing before we land and I don’t have a pen. I am rather worried about this. The guy next to me said I can’t get in the country without it. He has a pen. He is doing Sudoku with it now. Too bad I am too scared to ask him for it.
Now we are over ocean again. I feel safer flying over the ocean, because this bad boy [supposedly] comes equipped with huge raft slides. If we crash in the water and I find out they left those off, I am going to be some kind of angry.
OOOOooh we are turning and I have a perfect view of the sunrise. WHOA, and some land beneath us! Maybe it is Ireland again. Oooh, and I can see lots of boats out in the water! I can count ten of them. There are quite a few settlements on the coast. They must be fisherman clans. Oooh, I see another five boats! They are so small and bright.
The ocean is much bigger than the land. The orange and pink is over the water horizon. Just being honest, sunrises are much prettier from land. They curve. This is just a flat line of pink with a flat line of orange on top of it all on top of a flat line of water. I like curves.
Whoa, big Irish settlements! These Irish people like the coast. Or maybe our pilot does.
All their lights are orange. They must be torches burning. Poor, old-fashioned Irish people.
Um crap. We are landing. Apparently this is London. I am going to be living in a fire burning village?!?!
September 26, 2009
Dear Beanie,
Hello love. I am currently on the plane to London, and I can assure you that I am missing you most terribly. I have been counting the hours thinking of how much Buffy we could have watched - and thus decided that my dream should have come true and you should be here with me. Unfortunate we did not realize this a bit sooner.
The travels so far haven’t been too bad. Walking away from Mom in the airport was really, really bad. I got all teary-eyed and scared and sad and it was no good. I remember feeling like that when I walked away from you and her when I went to Brazil. It consists of thinking about how much I don’t want to be going away and how much I want to just be at home. Thankfully, it only lasted a little while and then I felt okay. I think I would be excited now if I didn’t have a splitting headache. I am seriously becoming Mom.
They just brought us breakfast so it shouldn’t be too much longer before our arrival. Although all that means for me is train catching and ultimate confusion, so I’m not exactly in any hurry. If I actually get there, I might just have to believe in miracles.
While I’m thinking about miracles, I hope you know that you are my miracle. Not only are we real siblings, but I think we are soul-siblings, or almas gemeas (twin souls), as they say in Brazil. I am so thankful for you. You don’t know how much you mean to me. And I have no idea how to put it into words (blame is being placed on the headache) so this is a rather pointless declaration of affection. Maybe next time there will be more sensical ideas in my head.
Right now, for instance, all I can think about is how the air is poisoned on this plane. Maybe not poisoned, but at least bad. My lips are all dried out and my nose feels like it is about to spontaneously combust. I can’t seem to get a good breath, either. AND my head hurts so badly. I am convinced that they dehydrate the air to save on some money. Or something.
This plane cut a lot of corners to save on money. It is one of the old kinds, so no personal television on the seat in front of you like I had gotten used to. No wireless internet either, meaning my genius plan of watching all those shows has been foiled. I guess I’ll just have to stay in bed all day tomorrow and watch them. Wait a second...that sounds marvelous! Anyway, the plane. The food is terrible, but that is to be expected. Where else would comedians get their jokes, right? I haven’t even opened the breakfast thing - I can’t figure out what it is and, to be honest, I am a bit afraid of it. It looks like a sausage biscuit, but I don’t see any sausage in the middle - only this egg looking thing oozing some brown substance. And it is hot while still in plastic baggie, which is never a good sign. At least there is a banana with it, no mind the fact that it was completely bruised and noticeably old. Oh, good thing though! They played two movies at the beginning, and although the first one was terrible (Ghosts of Girlfriends Past or something like that - one word: MatthewMcConehay [I have no idea how to spell his name but you understand the implied message of his terribleness, yes?]), the next one was the new STAR TREK!! And it was really good! Well, I think. I could barely hear what was going because the plug-in on the seat was so low tech it barely transmitted sound, and the small tv screen five rows in front of me is not only far away and very, very small, but also a remnant from the Stone Age, hence making the colors and images a bit difficult to make out. Like I said, all possible corners were cut in the production of this plane.
Okay, just for you, I’m going to open the breakfast amalgam. Here goes.
Hmm. It appears to be an egg biscuit. Though the bready part looks more like oatmeal cookies. Oh, the brown substance is where the bread was burnt onto the baggie. Well, that’s repulsive. Oh my. After a small pinch to taste it, I immediately regret that decision. The “bread” is stale and hard, and I’m not sure this yellow thing is actually an egg. Maybe I should become a stand up comedian after this monologue. Ugh, I keep taking little bites of it against my will! The egg tastes like it has maple flavoring in it! Repulsive!
Okay, I am NOT going to take another bite. I will drink my small carton of orange juice and be done with breakfast. Plus, our time it is 1am, which is not time for breakfast at all. So I should be ok starving myself, I think. I had a decent dinner. There was some canned chicken product that I avoided, but I ate some rice and a stale, flavorless roll, and the salad that was mostly cucumbers and radishes which I hate, and a random block of cheddar cheese, and two club crackers, and a surprisingly delicious chocolate-chip blondie.
Okay, now I am really going to stop with the airplane food jokes.
Hey, the good news is that I got a blanket and a pillow in my seat, which means I am going to have things to sleep with when I finally make it to campus! I currently have 1 pillow in my suitcase - which means I have no covers, no fan, and no teddy bear. But now I have a cheaply made, synthetic blanket-like thing, and a small, also cheaply made, and also synthetic pillow-like thing that I can use as a teddy bear!
[note: Please take good care of Patches and ...whatever we names the other one... in my absence. I am afraid Patches might be in a bad state of emotions due to me ditching him after he was infected with the evil in my room and subsequently not letting him travel with me. Pay him some special attention. Wearing gloves and a mask, of course.
I could be mistaken, but I think I am seeing a bit of sunlight up ahead. At one in the morning. What a bizarre day.
I apologize this is so lengthy and boring. I am tired of listening to music and all they are playing on the tv now is Will and Grace, or at least that I can make out what with the Stone Age technology.
OH! I can’t believe I didn’t tell you this already! When I was talking to the guy sitting next to me, basically all of what I said sounded like Buffy. For instance, when I was telling him about what I was doing, I said, “So yeah, this is me exchanging!” Buffy says that “this is me [doing something]” line all the time. Luckily I haven’t said “wiggins” yet, but I suppose it is only a matter of time. My social skills are basically completely dependent on that show at this point.
Yep, this is definitely a sunrise. I can see a bit of orange now. Unfortunately, it is in front of the plane and my angle of visibility to that region is not so good.
I think I want to live up in the sky. Then I could look out my window and see just how small everyone and everything really is. Plus, I would feel huge and way more important than everyone.
I am severely confused about how this plane is flying. I’m no engineer, but we are a lot of people in a lot of metal, and all this thing has are some rather flimsy looking wings. And a motor, I guess. But so does my car, and it doesn’t fly.
There are two small boys in the row across from me. I thought they were going to be supremely annoying, but turns out they have only been a minor nuisance.
OH MY GOSH, I can see land! Perhaps Ireland! I CAN SEE IRELAND!!!
There are a lot of trees and only a few lights. Perhaps these are the outer reaches of civilization. Maybe these people still speak Gaelic and worship Merlin.
I think those are trees. It could be just really rough terrain. With kind of a green tint. It is still kind of dark. This sunrise needs to get moving.
The people behind me are speaking gibberish. Maybe it is Gaelic. They have just gotten really loud. Maybe they see their settlement.
Hmm. Ireland is not very wide. I can see the other side of it already. Maybe we crossed at a skinny, non-inhabited place.
I have to fill out some kind of paper thing before we land and I don’t have a pen. I am rather worried about this. The guy next to me said I can’t get in the country without it. He has a pen. He is doing Sudoku with it now. Too bad I am too scared to ask him for it.
Now we are over ocean again. I feel safer flying over the ocean, because this bad boy [supposedly] comes equipped with huge raft slides. If we crash in the water and I find out they left those off, I am going to be some kind of angry.
OOOOooh we are turning and I have a perfect view of the sunrise. WHOA, and some land beneath us! Maybe it is Ireland again. Oooh, and I can see lots of boats out in the water! I can count ten of them. There are quite a few settlements on the coast. They must be fisherman clans. Oooh, I see another five boats! They are so small and bright.
The ocean is much bigger than the land. The orange and pink is over the water horizon. Just being honest, sunrises are much prettier from land. They curve. This is just a flat line of pink with a flat line of orange on top of it all on top of a flat line of water. I like curves.
Whoa, big Irish settlements! These Irish people like the coast. Or maybe our pilot does.
All their lights are orange. They must be torches burning. Poor, old-fashioned Irish people.
Um crap. We are landing. Apparently this is London. I am going to be living in a fire burning village?!?!
intro bit.
My darling boys,
I have decided to write a blog chock full of letters just to the two of you. Writing is much more meaningful to me when it is actually to someone, so I am writing to the two people who matter most to me in this entire world.
In case you didn't catch that, that's you two.
I love both of you. Ever so much. Please read this sometimes?
I have decided to write a blog chock full of letters just to the two of you. Writing is much more meaningful to me when it is actually to someone, so I am writing to the two people who matter most to me in this entire world.
In case you didn't catch that, that's you two.
I love both of you. Ever so much. Please read this sometimes?
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