Going home. 

• Finished my internship
• Packed 2 suitcases and my backpack
• Went to Brick Lane Gallery and revisited my favorite Jamie Hewlett piece
• Successfully hunted wild Banksys 
• Redyed my hair

I officially have a week left in this country.  I could dwell on why that sucks all day long so instead I'll think about the good parts of going home ( Read more... )

Well alright then.  I shan't.  In other news.  Went to visit my cousin in Edinburgh, Scotland this weekend.


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 This week.  Woahnow.

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Since my folks were flying out via Air France, we thought it'd be nice for me to come for a day and see them off.  It was fantastic: me and Dad spoke French all day and the rents were impressed by how much I knew (I was sorta amazed I managed to a) ask where a pharmacy was b) ask for sore-throat meds c) maneuver paying for it).  We ate at a French ( Read more... )

Went to Oxford with a friend yesterday and had the best café food I've ever had ever.  G&D's.  Holy shit.  I had their apple pie and coffee--both organic and damn.  The bitchy bit though was the /second/ I took out my camera and pressed CLICK, it died.  So all photos were courtesy of my friend that day.  Luckily our eye in photography is almost ( Read more... )

I've given up on individual entries now.  Too much happens.

So today I went to Brighton.  It was gorgeous!  Also, America, you gotta learn to cut out this "fry" bullshit.  Chips here are pudgy and delightful, not thin and empty.  But back to Brighton.  I found out where all the lesbians in this country have been hiding!  It was AWESOME!  (Look to my ( Read more... )

That's right.  Uh-huh.  Wales.  BTDT--been there done that.  It...was...amazing.  It is absolutely GORGEOUS and quiet and the shops are great and the Doctor Who and the /splutter/

Sorry.  Let's try that again.

Okay, waking up at 7 is always disgusting but this time it was to embark on a daytrip to another country.  The first thing I did when I got ( Read more... )

 If you hear angelic choirs coming from somewhere, that would be the aura of happiness emitting from my body.  I have seen my first Banksy.  Up close and personal.  It was a fucking religious moment--I nearly cried touching this thing.  
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