oh bitches and hoes! i've changed my mind again
raise your hand if you knew that george michael was originally a member of wham. anyone? anyone? am i just that out of touch with pop culture. probably. in which case, does anyone know the name of the other half of the duo? george michael and...fill in the blank.
so i've dumped my lame psych of consciousness course and am now taking london theater. it's gonna be the BEST. they take you to all these plays in the west end and elsewhere and then you just talk about them. tomorrow we're seeing something in greenwich called the erotica chronicles or some such thing. it's written by the lady who wrote secretary. side note: i think lulu is practicing her opera...i can hear it from all the way down the hall, through both her door and mine. Oh, dear, she's really going for those high notes. anyway, there are so many obnoxious girls in the class, though...the type who wear strappy uggs over their jeans and too much eye shadow. they were all whispering across the room while the teacher was talking. then 5 more walked in like 2 minutes before class was over (this was after he had already given those 5 spaces to 5 other people who wanted to add in). he stopped in midsentance as they strutted ALL the way across the room as if they owned the place and gave them the look of DEATH. from that moment i knew that this guy and i would get along very well, very well indeed.
i've decided (for certain, this time) that i'm staying. until june. for all my complaining i think i'd regret wasting the opportunity. if it sucks, well, i've made my bed, i have to lie in it. so i'm not going to complain anymore--i'm sure everyone (including me) will be grateful for that. then when i get back, i'll take summer school, then i'll get a job for a year, then i don't know--i've been thinking maybe teach for america (no, seriously). i COULD be a good teacher if the kids were owrth it. if not, well, they'd get what they deserve--a hearty thrashing. i think i'm trying to put off grad school as much as possible. i know i have to go though. i'd never get a good job with just a BS in psychology.
oh, and i'm coming home over spring break. beginning of april. around 2 and a half to 3 weeks. it was supposed to be end of march, but my dad's going to korea, so i'll go to pa first then seattle, then back to london.
so i've dumped my lame psych of consciousness course and am now taking london theater. it's gonna be the BEST. they take you to all these plays in the west end and elsewhere and then you just talk about them. tomorrow we're seeing something in greenwich called the erotica chronicles or some such thing. it's written by the lady who wrote secretary. side note: i think lulu is practicing her opera...i can hear it from all the way down the hall, through both her door and mine. Oh, dear, she's really going for those high notes. anyway, there are so many obnoxious girls in the class, though...the type who wear strappy uggs over their jeans and too much eye shadow. they were all whispering across the room while the teacher was talking. then 5 more walked in like 2 minutes before class was over (this was after he had already given those 5 spaces to 5 other people who wanted to add in). he stopped in midsentance as they strutted ALL the way across the room as if they owned the place and gave them the look of DEATH. from that moment i knew that this guy and i would get along very well, very well indeed.
i've decided (for certain, this time) that i'm staying. until june. for all my complaining i think i'd regret wasting the opportunity. if it sucks, well, i've made my bed, i have to lie in it. so i'm not going to complain anymore--i'm sure everyone (including me) will be grateful for that. then when i get back, i'll take summer school, then i'll get a job for a year, then i don't know--i've been thinking maybe teach for america (no, seriously). i COULD be a good teacher if the kids were owrth it. if not, well, they'd get what they deserve--a hearty thrashing. i think i'm trying to put off grad school as much as possible. i know i have to go though. i'd never get a good job with just a BS in psychology.
oh, and i'm coming home over spring break. beginning of april. around 2 and a half to 3 weeks. it was supposed to be end of march, but my dad's going to korea, so i'll go to pa first then seattle, then back to london.