WALES the adventure Week 7
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So here I am posting this ONCE again on time. I think I'm finally getting the hang of this weekly blog thing. Anyway, I'm determined to make this one longer and more descriptive then last week, since I kinda shrugged it off and played lazy. But hey, I HAD IT POSTED ON TIME.
This week was much more eventful. I actually and striving to get out of my room more. Next weekend I probably will go to town and hang out there instead of my room, since to be honest- my room is getting WAY too boring for my liking. Well shall we start the week?
Monday, nothing AMAZING happened this day, but I can say that I was kinda disappointed I was called for like ten minutes in the morning and then had no further call for class for the rest of the day. I would really like to stay out of my room. When I'm in my room all I can think about are food, sleep, how NOTHING happens on the internet in my current time zone, and other various thoughts and I WOULD REALLY RATHER NOT think about. I was glad that it was Monday so I got food from the cafeteria. I love the food there and it was the one good part about my day at that point.
Sitting in my room brought up interesting thoughts though. You know how you have those times, when you're all alone- and you find yourself absolutely desperate to find a distraction? That would be me. Thing that happen, things that I do that I want to smack myself for, and other events that make my face contort and body squirm (this can be good and bad mind you)- they all like to instant replay in my head and especially when I'm alone. My poor neighbor must be tired of me randomly screaming outbursts to no one else, and banging my head on the wall. I wont get specific about what thoughts continuously reoccur that make me cringe and blush, but let's just say- they are OLD and new.
Anyway, Tuesday was rather uneventful as well. At least I was actually called to rehearsal this day. I like being kept busy, although I don't mind the INTENSE downplay of happenings in my day to day life (which allows me to live it a little) there are times when I am just plain bored. Keeping myself busy is A GOOD THING. Tuesday was a rather uneventful day still, although plans for Swansea where made. It was decided we would take a group of people in a mini bus for the weekend. I just have to say, my week was upgraded by ten when I heard this. Monty, you are my hero for getting me out of the house! Seriously! I was super excited and spent the rest of the day in a cloud of excitement. Of course this was promptly killed when I reached my room and found that I had nothing to do until I fell asleep. I need a book- or you know what? I should actually work on planning my spring break trip. I keep meaning to do that, and I keep shoving it off. Good job Stef.
just because I think this photo is flipping hilarious.
Oh, I almost forgot, so on Tuesday night the fire alarm decided it wanted to get pulled. Because no way in heaven or hell could it possibly be some idiot's brillian
t idea- because that is just too ridiculous and majorly over done to even occur in ones mind. I had just finished watching all of High School of the Dead (which like every other zombie movie had me mentally confounded the entire time), when the alarm rang the first time. Even if there was a real fire, like hell I was leaving the room in just shorts and a t-shirt. So I took the time to shove on proper clothing and grab the essentials just in case it was real. It wasn't....and it kept going off again and again. By the time I god inside all I wanted to do was kick something. Luckily I managed to make it back to my room without said violence occurring. My feet where cold and I was pretty sniffly still with a cold. My neighbor walked out without shoes on and I constantly felt sorry for her.
Wednesday was rather uneventful as well. My thoughts of the day consisted of forcing myself not to look at a certain individual for too long, what the halliwell (sp?) would be serving that night for dinner, what I was going to do that night instead of going to the union because it was too expensive if I planned to pay for Swansea, how on earth i was ever going to memorize lines by next week, why my face keeps breaking out, why the hell there are so many birds in one city alone, what I could draw next in attempts to keep my brain from re thinking everything i've already stated, how many hours left till dinner (god I feel like a glutton), again forcing myself to not think things I really rather not think about, weather I would have enough money to travel at all over spring break and if I should consider asking my mother for early birthday gifts in the form of cash and last but not least 103 ways to prove to yourself YOU'RE NOT staring. Needless to say, I probably was staring and I probably will need to ask my mother for advanced birthday cash. ---- but that just sounds so conceded and selfish. *sigh*
That night I was blessed with something to do. THANK YOU GOD FOR SHOWING YOU LOVE ME AND GIVING MY A RAY OF HOPE! (in the form of Alberie reminding me that Caroline's show would be playing that night in the theater.) I almost literally jumped for joy. We went to go see the show, 'Random', and I really have to say- it was probably the most entertaining play I've seen in years and that is saying A LOT. I was laughing 98% of the time, and the other two I was trying to muffle my laughter the best I could. Caroline did a superb job keeping a straight face, especially when the play chose to blurt out popular funnies like "charlie bit me" and other such jokes. I cant remember I was laughing so hard. The other actors in the piece where amazing as well. Each had a defined character and each played the role with believability and finesse. When I'm a director, I kind of want to make that a movie with the exact same actors and script. One hour movies seem to be getting more popular anyway.
It was over too quickly. We went to the bar above the union to watch the football (soccer) game. Much to the happiness of Tom Middler and Jeffery, England won. To be honest I was just glad I knew what was going on in the game at all. That night at the union was Valentines themed masquerade. As I was saving money, I was pretty convinced not to go. However, people end up going and I feel like I'm missing something. In the end though, I was glad I skipped out on it.
Thursday was pretty uneventful as well. I practically ran out of rehearsal to make sure I got in line for Carvery night before it extended itself out the door. Unfortunately they didn't have anything worth my zooming to the line. My long wait battle for the glorious Vegetable Kiev was once again foiled and in vain. Come back to me fried vegetable goodness. It's times like these I miss my dads mushroom risotto, lobster bisque, beef stroganoff with spatzula, roast beef with hoarse radish sauce, and of course the rest of his epic cooking skills. I miss my step dads lamb chops and pasta. A LOT. I also miss artichoke and his other random fish dishes. I also miss my tv shows. Ironically, - i don't miss California weather, since it seems to have followed me here. Hello sun, you couldn't let me go could you? sigh*
Two other international students decided to sit down with us towards the end of dinner and one told me that the pool was closed unless you planned to play water polo. YET AGAIN, I was presented with a ray of hope in getting out of my room. I used to play waterpolo way back in freshman year of high school, and although I LOVED the sport, I had disliked some of the team and really hated my coach. Leaving had been hard to do, although drama luckily became my scape goat for how much I missed it. It was fun to jump into the water again and play. The best thing was, it all came back to me rather quickly. I could eggbeater fine, I was still a strong swimmer, and I could hold my own in dodgy swimming moves. I was feeling rather smug when I found out some of the guys where rugby players. People keep telling me that it's been so long, no way does water polo still count as an excuse for certain strengths. To all of you, (cough* Jenni Claire Johnson *cough*) I prove you wrong!!! Needless to say I was tired when I got back to my room and to be honest- one thing that didn't come back was my eyes ability to ignore chlorine. Ouch.
My smug face.
Friday was supposed to be a day off and yet I found myself still stuck in rehearsal. I was glad though. I was not in my room. We worked on dances in the morning, and like Wednesday and Thursday I found the same meticulous thoughts running through my head. Really, can't my brain be more original? I also found that people get snarky when frustrated. Dancing was getting a little more tireing as we all did it, and I don't blame anyone for that. Some people had some pretty entertaining language- which unbeknown to them, i took to scribbling down. It's for a friend I swear. I managed to avoid eating lunch all day and waiting for dinner instead. I had to run home to get my food card, and by the time I got back I was surprised to see that Ollie had joined our table for dinner. It's one of those times you find yourself blurting out things you really shouldn't say, and I attempted to be mysterious cool like that, my own brain is souly to blame for ruining my wanted visage. Anyway, it was a fun night, and I was glad for extra company. Sometimes I feel like we are a bit of loners sitting at the table by our selves, Alberie and I engaging in the same therapeutic girl chat while poor Jeff is left to listen and take notes. No wonder he needs boy time. Earlier in the week he had ditched us for his flat mates, much to Alberie and my surprise. I went back for seconds with food and was happy with the vegetable lasagna. Once again I am prone to thinking myself a complete and utter glutton. I could probably out eat most people here.
Well, Friday I went to a birthday and well it was fun and eventful. Unlike everyone else though Alberie and I headed back to Non rather then head to the union. Saving money can be a pain sometimes, but I wasn't actually feeling the party mood. I was actually getting rather nervous about Swansea, and besides- I had to talk to my dad.
Saturday morning came to quickly. I was in a rather odd dream when I heard a voice in my head, (the tiny voice that usually tells you not to do something) telling me that 'those are coming for you'...which was in no way related to the dream and I realized she meant the loud foot steps quickly invading my dream. The next second my eyes where open and someone was pounding on my door as loudly as they could. Half asleep, I managed to open the door and look at Jefferey. I think I feel back asleep...but the next thing I new it was 9:45 and I was awake. I threw on clothing hoping the bus was late- and it wasn't. It was gone. Once again I found myself face palming the wall. Why the hell does sleep make you do stupid things?! Unable to sleep anymore I slunk back to my room and turned on the computer. I don't now why I bother, I'm on it so much that there is almost nothing new on here to do.
I managed to go back to bed around noon and woke up around 3 with nothing better to do. So I slunk to the showers and took the longest shower I possibly could before I went to make lunch, taking the most time I could. I was hungry so I actually went quicker because my stomach told me too. When I was in the shower though, and enjoying the quiet sublime change of scenery- I was harshly interrupted by a girl in the shower next to me trying to make conversation with me. I could barely hear her. Luckily her shower didn't take long and she left- and once again I was alone in the silence....but the serene quiet that had tingled around since the early morning was gone and I was oddly observant to the fact that the water was burning my back. I was in my room for a while before I finally decided to throw on what I was going to wear to Swansea. I ended up wearing the dress I had bought for Amy's birthday over a pear of jeans with my black ankle boots. I threw my hair up and did something simple with my make up. for some odd reason I wasn't feeling particularly pretty. I managed to shove myself out the door anyway. Luckily watching anime during my getting ready period stalled me so that I didn't leave too early.
I was at Montys by 8:00pm and gladly took a drink of whiskey and ginger-ale (which tasted alright). I saw Jeffery outside the door, looking kind of conspicuous- I had my first real chuckle of the day before opening the code and scooting myself and him inside. I wasn't really in a chatty mood (after effects of the day in my room?) and was really quiet for most the time sitting and waiting for others to arrive. After a while the bus's arrived and we herded ourselves inside. I was glad Andy was coming with Amy. They both are such wonderful people and I was glad to meet them at CSUF last semester. It's kind of odd (but it's totally me- and we've already established I'm odd) but you know how in movies you have this couple you just love and fan girl/ boy for? Andy and Amy are that couple for me. AND they are fun to hang out with, and they don't make you feel third wheel. Some of my California friends need to take notes...I did miss CAT though.
The bus ride up was quiet on my part, I kind of stared out the window- doing the whole promise yourself this and promise yourself that, promise you WONT DO that, and promise yourself that you plllleeasse wont do anything stupid. All of those promises I think I broke. Only one did I accomplish and I'm rather smug about it. I also found myself trying not to think at all. I had already proven to myself this week that my brain is lethal.
Swansea (more specifically Wine Street) was exactly how I imagined bourbon street in new Orleans to look, except without the castle. It was the representation of a night light I had at one time been determined never to learn. This of course made me more nervous and I was determined to stay very very very very close to my promised girl gang for the night. We set up a meeting point and time and then...without further delay, we headed out.
Needless to say, I think that is where I will end the entry. Afterall, What happens in Swansea-....stays in Swansea.
-Stefani.
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p.s. Sunday I slept till 9am and had a 'real' hangover. Which after eating quickly vanished. Once again, I found myself saying hello to an empty room. Bored...so bored.
