“Piss faced”

So I haven’t updated this in a while I feel. So it’s time for a post!

School is going real good. I’ve made friends, but its quite different over here. I love everyone I’ve met/went out with but it’s not like I can go out with those people every night. I’m not saying they’re annoying or I don’t like them, but am nice to their face, but everyone has shit to do. Including me (whether it be going to the grocery store, getting food, and getting drunk and making this food by myself, or whatnot).

I still love it here though. Ethan came and visited me this past weekend. I’d like to compare London to NYC but in a way, it’s only a fraction of how NYC is if that makes sense? I can’t explain it in an understandable way but I’ll try.

London has lots of history (and so does NYC) and it is an international city (like NYC), but the people and atmosphere here are different. I can’t explain it, but it is. I mean, everyone is always on the go, but not in the same way NYC is. For the most part, everyone in London is friendlier. Sure we have a lot of knife crime, but it can for the most part be avoided. Just dont wander around in sketch areas.

Maybe it’s only because I’m in school, but I’ve also met more people from around the world than when I was in New York. I’m going to school with kids from Greece, Norway, England, Japan, China, France, and Iran. And I’m the only American. It’s like a fucking round table full of people from around the world. It’s amazing. And culturally intriguing. Anyways, here’s pictures:

Party party in my tummy

This blog has not been updated in a hot minute! So I’m going to try and pick up the slack. 

First of all, thank you for all the intrntnl phone calls! Keep them coming, plz.

So here’s what I did in Athens this weekend: XXXTina and I made plans to keep it chill on Friday, drink some margis, watch some laguna beach… you know, the usual (yoo-sh).  Oh, I just realized, you guys probably don’t get the “margi” reference. It is short for “margarita”, and came out of Brody Jenner’s mouth on his hit MTV show “Bromance”. It’s all about searching for friendship and buttsecks a la Paris Hiltron BFAB Showdown or wtf that mess was. Erin enjoys an unhealthy obsession of this “show”, so it gets discussed quite a bit in the Poonanny Palace here on Boulevard. Here’s a good summary in video format:

Barcelona, yes.

Please refer to this link for nice photos: http://www.flickr.com/photos/33746188@N03/

 

Well, Spain. Let’s backtrack to the past week – its time for me to start having a life of regularity here and I will start by actually updating. I promise. So, let’s begin:

 

Hey geyz

I kind of forgot about this thing until our house surprisingly gave me internet access in the kitchen, and now I can’t get off. I have to go to the bathroom but it’s not happening. 

Hem Haw, I feel a little boring blogging from little ole Athens, but thangs is good. Erin is totally awesome and she has pretty much eradicated the need for a cat replacement for Minna. Me, Xtina and Tessa bought seasons 1 and 2 of Laguna Beach, which has been real inspirational. 

I’m in the middle of trying to apply for the France study abroad and I am gonna be real nice and facebook ex-boyfriend and ask her to gimme some shit about how to do it. Were baby friends now, or maybe fake friends. Enh?  Maybe I’m just using her for her fashion blog(s?)

Back to skool ‘09

this starts the day before the first day of school. so… back-to-skool eve. xtiña and i spent the day like any housewives of thirty years might pass the time. we went to cofer’s nursery on mitchell bridge for houseplants and potting soil, then to target for some adorable mixing bowls and a valentine’s day placemat for oliver’s food bowl, and over to michael’s for martha stuart stamps and a metallic ink pad, and finally to lowe’s for hearty outdoor plants and ornamental cabbage.

and of course we picked a day with a “high wind advisory” to do all this. the dark hazy sky made it look like the apocalypse was nigh, and the greenhouses flapping around sounded like they were going to collapse on top of us any second. it was a bit terrifying.

but after any day of being super productive/domestic, there is nothing better than repotting some plants, chowing down on some krispy kremes, and curling up on the couch to watch laguna beach! you know you love it.

Willesden Green !!!

So I officially found a flat. I was able to move out of my stupid small dinky ass hotel that wreaked of burnt bacon grease and into a cute studio flat located 3 blocks away from the Willesden Green tube station (IE: 20 minute tube ride into central London!!). It’s a nice area too. Lots of cute homes/buildings and no ghetto things crawling around (you know what I’m talking about Minna). Anyways, today I’m going to the Brick Lane Market. It’s basically a market for young, up and coming designers to sell their shit. In layman’s terms, hipsters with too much money and nothing to do on a Sunday getting wasted.

Count me in.

Barcelona! You shouldn’t have!

I promise a lengthier post is in the works, but for now guess-fucking-what?:

MY APARTMENT HERE IS CADDY-CORNER TO A KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN.

I think someone told Barcelona I was coming!

(disclaimer: but for real though, kfc is bad, kids. check it out.)

Photo op. pt. 2

So since this is a travel blog these are the kids I went to have a drink with today after school. They’re all very fucking awesome too.

From L to R: Hatty (from Salsberry, England), Naobi (from Japan), and Elisabeth (from Oslo, Norway).

This is me freaking out on a mannequin in a window.

And this is Hatty and I being tipsy. Cheers!

Photo op.

Today was my day for exploring. I was woken up at 7:30 a.m. (once again) by the awful smell of burnt bacon… or it may have been bacon in general. I can never tell the difference. Anyways, I made my way into Knightsbridge to find my school. In actuality it’s kind of on the outer skirts of Knightsbridge. It’s a very posh part of London and also full of tourists. Annoying, European tourists who don’t know how to fucking walk. I eventually couldn’t take anymore walking/exploring without getting something to eat. I dread trying to find food here. I’ve eaten at 3 places already and they tasted absolutely terrible. I did find a cute little cafe called Apostrophe though. The sandwhich I ordered (which had hummus, pine nuts, fine slivers of cucumber with bouquets of red onion slices coming out) was good, a bit dry, but the best food I’ve had so far here. I continued on looking around and found that most shops in London don’t open until noon on Sunday. I had two hours to kill. I got a phone call from Grey and he told me to meet up with him around 1 at the Victoria and Albert Museum so I headed over there where there were a bunch of exhibits going on from around the world… and for FREE! I walked around looking for Grey but never ran into him (probably because the museum is the size of a castle and had a hundered rooms in it). I did get to see the fashion exhibit which consisted of items ranging from the 1800s-today from major fashion designers/celebrities who made these items famous etc. I didn’t realize how tiny womens feet were in the 1890’s. Anyways, I drank a glass of wine, got a bit tipsy and left because I was starting to fall asleep. I stopped in Lecester Square for a few minutes before my tiredness hit me, so I made my way back to my shit ass hotel. London is pretty. I like it alot, but it also sucks that I’ve had no conversations/met anyone yet. Infact, it’s a bit lonely seeing all of this without anyone to share it with.

It’s 4 pm and as I type this/upload these pictures, I’m drinking a Strongbow, watching BBC1. I dropped the remote last night and now I cant change the channel, so I’ve been watching their version of Fear Factor (I guess you could call it that), and crappy 90’s movies. Cheers.

Sweet.

After an 8 hour flight of no sleep (thanks to the crying babies), a half hour train ride (next to a chavey couple that were talking about pick-pocketing me) and a 15 minute cab ride (driven by a crazy fucking Russian), I’m in my room…. which is oddly in building 13, room 13. I smell a bad horror flick coming on. 

Anyway, London is pretty much what I thought it would be. Soldiers with fuzzy hats, historical monuments that I have yet to educate myself on, and cabs that look like they’ve been around since the 40’s. I’m waiting to see Mary Poppins fly by my window.

Which speaking of windows… I have a room the size of a porter potty. I’m not even fucking kidding… with a sink strategically placed in my way so my bags are currently shoved up against my single bed. I need a cigarette and coffee. Too much thinking. Not enough action. 

I feel fucking crazy. I’ll take pictures tomorrow.