Alright, I guess I'll do a real update too...
It's unfortunate that I find myself being forced to use this preface as often as I do, but, "I swear I'm not gay, but..."
...I've been listening to tons of Abba lately. I went on Monday with my parents to see Mamma Mia, which was a fun ride. In general, the extent to which I enjoy musicals stands somewhat at odds with my assertions of liking women. The night of the show, I downloaded the entire Abba Gold album. When I came to recognize the implications of this, the night after the show, I downloaded the Britney Spears video for "Toxic" to watch her gyrate in that white glittery outfit for a while. What was that song she did, "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Total Prostitute"? Yeah, she's a total prostitute now. It's fun.
Yeah, I've also been alternating my Abba mostly with Queen, since Mamma Mia reminded me of how much I enjoyed We Will Rock You. So I'm going between white lycra-wearing Swedish men and Freddie Mercury. Ohh man. Must go marauding for women NOW.
Parents here has been actually quite enjoyable, and I haven't eaten this well in months, if not years. Well, no doubt there goes 3 months of good diet in about 2 weeks. I can feel it starting, and it'll be done by the time I get back from the Continent (we leave for Amsterdam tomorrow).
I haven't shaved since Madrid, and I sort of decided to leave my razor at home when we're on the Continent. I figure if I ever want to see what a beard looks like on me, the best time to deal with the awkward in-between stages, as well as the possibility of it sucking once it's fully grown, is when I'm with only my parents and aunt and uncle and don't give a damn about impressing any of them. Actually, my mom really likes the idea and keeps complimenting me on my facial hair, which is now officially thicker than it's ever been. Actually, that's more of an argument against the experiment than for it, but let's not get into that.
Hoo boy, Amsterdam on 4/20. With my parents. Who want to smoke with me, and have reiterated this to me, so it wasn't just a fluke thing they said once. They've been amping up for it. I've talked to people who smoke out with their parents regularly, but it's still odd for me. I truthfully hope it's always at least a little odd for me, I dunno why. But they saw the hookah I bought in Granada and thought it was cool, so it's nice never to have to hide that kind of stuff from them. Keeping secrets from my parents requires so much damn effort, I just very much prefer not having to. I never really do anymore.
Still, though, I can't wait to be back on my own schedule. Living a semi-normal existence, at least the London equivalent of normalcy for me, and not worrying about seeing things or doing things or entertaining anyone. I got super frustrated today when I realized that for 4th consecutive day, I've planned on stopping at King's to pick up graded essays and buy a sweatshirt, and for the 4th consecutive day, I haven't had time to before 6 pm, when it all closes. As I dwelled on this, I got super pissy...that's the thing with me. When I get angry, I don't get angry at the thing that's pissing me off. I get angry at EVERYTHING. I snap at my parents, for one. My right shoe sole was squeaking every time I took a step, so I started seriously considering throwing it through a window, preferably with a small incendiary device attached to it. Some Goth kids walked past me and I toyed with the idea of punching them in the face. But that's not really all that different from normal.
Anyways, it's cemented my decision to cut off the last couple weeks of travel from the end of the summer. I was already starting to get misgivings when I realized that, as of July 8 when my plane is currently set for the U.S., I'd have been traveling for 8 consecutive weeks (counting the time I'm in London with Mila and Janine, since that'll be very tourist-paced). Looks like Sweden and Bulgaria and Romania will have to wait after all. I think I can still sneak in some Switzerland. What's better: Geneva, Zurich, Bern, or Lucerne? How can one tiny little country have 4 major places to visit? But yeah, I'm just going to want the stability of living in one place, and getting myself some kind of internship would be nice too. Start early on Law School applications, that kind of thing. Strangely, I really do see myself longing for a return to that kind of more mundane existence. And I really don't want to tack on those extra weeks of travel and not truly appreciate those countries as they deserve to be appreciated. When I go places, I don't want to be so fatigued I'm just waiting to go home rather than basking in the fact that I'm in another country that has bars older than my state. Hell, bars older than my country in some cases.
So now projected return date is July 8 (before it was between July 25 and July 31). It somehow feels less hardcore to be coming back in early July rather than late July, but I really think it's better that way. And my sister gets to have me around for her birthday.
Marge Simpson is on the cover of Maxim this month. Nice.
...I've been listening to tons of Abba lately. I went on Monday with my parents to see Mamma Mia, which was a fun ride. In general, the extent to which I enjoy musicals stands somewhat at odds with my assertions of liking women. The night of the show, I downloaded the entire Abba Gold album. When I came to recognize the implications of this, the night after the show, I downloaded the Britney Spears video for "Toxic" to watch her gyrate in that white glittery outfit for a while. What was that song she did, "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Total Prostitute"? Yeah, she's a total prostitute now. It's fun.
Yeah, I've also been alternating my Abba mostly with Queen, since Mamma Mia reminded me of how much I enjoyed We Will Rock You. So I'm going between white lycra-wearing Swedish men and Freddie Mercury. Ohh man. Must go marauding for women NOW.
Parents here has been actually quite enjoyable, and I haven't eaten this well in months, if not years. Well, no doubt there goes 3 months of good diet in about 2 weeks. I can feel it starting, and it'll be done by the time I get back from the Continent (we leave for Amsterdam tomorrow).
I haven't shaved since Madrid, and I sort of decided to leave my razor at home when we're on the Continent. I figure if I ever want to see what a beard looks like on me, the best time to deal with the awkward in-between stages, as well as the possibility of it sucking once it's fully grown, is when I'm with only my parents and aunt and uncle and don't give a damn about impressing any of them. Actually, my mom really likes the idea and keeps complimenting me on my facial hair, which is now officially thicker than it's ever been. Actually, that's more of an argument against the experiment than for it, but let's not get into that.
Hoo boy, Amsterdam on 4/20. With my parents. Who want to smoke with me, and have reiterated this to me, so it wasn't just a fluke thing they said once. They've been amping up for it. I've talked to people who smoke out with their parents regularly, but it's still odd for me. I truthfully hope it's always at least a little odd for me, I dunno why. But they saw the hookah I bought in Granada and thought it was cool, so it's nice never to have to hide that kind of stuff from them. Keeping secrets from my parents requires so much damn effort, I just very much prefer not having to. I never really do anymore.
Still, though, I can't wait to be back on my own schedule. Living a semi-normal existence, at least the London equivalent of normalcy for me, and not worrying about seeing things or doing things or entertaining anyone. I got super frustrated today when I realized that for 4th consecutive day, I've planned on stopping at King's to pick up graded essays and buy a sweatshirt, and for the 4th consecutive day, I haven't had time to before 6 pm, when it all closes. As I dwelled on this, I got super pissy...that's the thing with me. When I get angry, I don't get angry at the thing that's pissing me off. I get angry at EVERYTHING. I snap at my parents, for one. My right shoe sole was squeaking every time I took a step, so I started seriously considering throwing it through a window, preferably with a small incendiary device attached to it. Some Goth kids walked past me and I toyed with the idea of punching them in the face. But that's not really all that different from normal.
Anyways, it's cemented my decision to cut off the last couple weeks of travel from the end of the summer. I was already starting to get misgivings when I realized that, as of July 8 when my plane is currently set for the U.S., I'd have been traveling for 8 consecutive weeks (counting the time I'm in London with Mila and Janine, since that'll be very tourist-paced). Looks like Sweden and Bulgaria and Romania will have to wait after all. I think I can still sneak in some Switzerland. What's better: Geneva, Zurich, Bern, or Lucerne? How can one tiny little country have 4 major places to visit? But yeah, I'm just going to want the stability of living in one place, and getting myself some kind of internship would be nice too. Start early on Law School applications, that kind of thing. Strangely, I really do see myself longing for a return to that kind of more mundane existence. And I really don't want to tack on those extra weeks of travel and not truly appreciate those countries as they deserve to be appreciated. When I go places, I don't want to be so fatigued I'm just waiting to go home rather than basking in the fact that I'm in another country that has bars older than my state. Hell, bars older than my country in some cases.
So now projected return date is July 8 (before it was between July 25 and July 31). It somehow feels less hardcore to be coming back in early July rather than late July, but I really think it's better that way. And my sister gets to have me around for her birthday.
Marge Simpson is on the cover of Maxim this month. Nice.