continued existence
saturday i went with liz and anna to camden market to look at slash buy
cheap stuff. it was trying really hard to rain and sometimes managed.
we had lunch at a place that was rather expensive, but gleefully
rain-free. i had fish & chips, which i still very much enjoy. i
bought two pashmina scarves, one in black and one in burgundy. i also
got my nose pierced.
saturday night everyone save lauren and katie went to leicester square
to try and get hammered but we fouled up again and arrived too late to
get to more than one bar before eleven, which is when the liquor
licenses say that most places much close. there are lines around the
block for bars that stay open and clubs don't appeal to us as much
slash don't like that we bring guys who wear t-shirts. also, the boys
refuse to go into gay bars. we must get an earlier start. and maybe
travel in a group smaller than ten people. it's hard to fit ten people
around a little round table in a pub and there is no way to meet other
people when you're surrounded.
sunday was a day for peace. i slept in and hung out and organized my life while other people went off to another market or shopped and generally came and went. i called my parents for the first time since we got here, and then i called jenn and kirk. i really miss them. i hadn't thought that i did, but talking to them made me think about them more and now i miss them. around four or five in the afternoon, liz and i settled onto the sofa to do our reading for english (the first 19 chapters of great expectations) and it took us roughly five or six hours, given that we would stop every few pages and distract each other with conversation. we did have the will-power not to turn on the russel crowe movie that came on at nine.
monday a few of us had english at 10:30, and liz and i were super proud of ourselves for packing our lunch. at 2, history started, and then it was 4:30 and we went home for a little bit before the play.
we saw david mamet's romance, which is absolutely wonderful. john mahoney, the father on frasier, played the judge! it was set mainly in an american courtroom. the defendant is jewish, his lawyer is an anti-semite, together they discover a way to bring peace to the middle east, but can't do it because they need a continuance in the trial, which they don't get because the judge is losing his mind. the prosecutor's flamboyant boyfriend has had an affair with the defendant and the bailiff is black. it ran wonderfully afoul of political correctness and was riotously funny. most of our group enjoyed it very much, but we heard a few british folk saying that it was in poor taste. later this semester we're seeing richard II with kevin spacey omg it will be the best thing i've ever seen i love him.
today we had baz's class at 11. we spent an hour and fifteen minutes giving brief overviews of the chapters we were each supposed to read from the book. terrifically boring, though jim is rather a spaz and his forgetfulness is endearing when it isn't annoying as hell. now i know why tiff is always nagging him- he wouldn't remember to do anything without her. after class liz and i learned to use our mobiles. [buy a phone card and call me or send a text message: 011-789-024-0257]. and then we went shopping at sainsbury's, still the most fabulous grocery store on the planet. in about twenty minutes, liz, katie, and i, and whomever so wishes to join us, will be heading for the red lion pub on the high road, because i don't have classes tomorrow, and even though they do, i have excellent powers of persuasion. photos of brighton are here.
edit: i lied. the original phone number i posted is wrong. i have corrected it. the real number is 011-789-024-0257. make note and call me anyway.
sunday was a day for peace. i slept in and hung out and organized my life while other people went off to another market or shopped and generally came and went. i called my parents for the first time since we got here, and then i called jenn and kirk. i really miss them. i hadn't thought that i did, but talking to them made me think about them more and now i miss them. around four or five in the afternoon, liz and i settled onto the sofa to do our reading for english (the first 19 chapters of great expectations) and it took us roughly five or six hours, given that we would stop every few pages and distract each other with conversation. we did have the will-power not to turn on the russel crowe movie that came on at nine.
monday a few of us had english at 10:30, and liz and i were super proud of ourselves for packing our lunch. at 2, history started, and then it was 4:30 and we went home for a little bit before the play.
we saw david mamet's romance, which is absolutely wonderful. john mahoney, the father on frasier, played the judge! it was set mainly in an american courtroom. the defendant is jewish, his lawyer is an anti-semite, together they discover a way to bring peace to the middle east, but can't do it because they need a continuance in the trial, which they don't get because the judge is losing his mind. the prosecutor's flamboyant boyfriend has had an affair with the defendant and the bailiff is black. it ran wonderfully afoul of political correctness and was riotously funny. most of our group enjoyed it very much, but we heard a few british folk saying that it was in poor taste. later this semester we're seeing richard II with kevin spacey omg it will be the best thing i've ever seen i love him.
today we had baz's class at 11. we spent an hour and fifteen minutes giving brief overviews of the chapters we were each supposed to read from the book. terrifically boring, though jim is rather a spaz and his forgetfulness is endearing when it isn't annoying as hell. now i know why tiff is always nagging him- he wouldn't remember to do anything without her. after class liz and i learned to use our mobiles. [buy a phone card and call me or send a text message: 011-789-024-0257]. and then we went shopping at sainsbury's, still the most fabulous grocery store on the planet. in about twenty minutes, liz, katie, and i, and whomever so wishes to join us, will be heading for the red lion pub on the high road, because i don't have classes tomorrow, and even though they do, i have excellent powers of persuasion. photos of brighton are here.
edit: i lied. the original phone number i posted is wrong. i have corrected it. the real number is 011-789-024-0257. make note and call me anyway.