Christmas Blog Update Fail

Okay, so, I admit that I have been incredibly bad at blogging. I am a terrible blogger - it's out there now! Everyone knows!

Ah, well. I can only be good at so many things.

Lately, life has consisted of work, getting up early, more work, budgeting, working harder, crying myself to sleep at night, completing work, wishing I had a life, and making sure I get as much work done as possible.

Hyelm is miserable and cold; I've moved rooms (for the third time since I've lived here) to the third floor, where internet access is only available in the freezing stairwell landing, and sometimes not even then. Many of our ranks have left - Yves, Ozzy, Joe, Helen, Bea, among others - and a new influx of students and wanderers have moved in. I haven't met any of them as I don't especially care, although I did meet an American kid from North Carolina who is getting his Masters, like most students here, in International Relations. But that's about it.

Winter in London is cold and windy; this week has only given us two beautifully sunny days, but they're windy as fuck. Thanks, weather. When I wake up in the morning and see the sun, it makes me miss Idaho and summer sunshine. More than anything, I want to be in the hot dry heat of the Boise desert - but for that, I'll have to wait at least five more months.

Also, I'm bummed to be missing out on Sasquatch! this year. The line-up includes Vampire Weekend. Poo :(

Vix and Danny contributed to my West End musical theater experience by taking me to see Avenue Q at the Geilgud Theatre. So good! It was hysterical, and it was a really great night.

Well, that's about all there is to say for now. Today I went on a small walk down toward the Heath, got a hot chocolate from a small cafe with Sam, and bought the Complete Works of Shakespeare, three Bronte novels, and Sense and Sensibility for £8.

As it seems, my Friday night will not be spent in a busy club but instead on my duvet, on the floor of my room with one Miss Jane Eyre. And, as Vix lovingly told me, "looking like a fly... with lovely in-turned knees".

xoxo

The Christmas Adventure: Part One

It has been ages since I've posted anything, but what can I say? School requires more time than I'm properly giving it, and in between homework and sleep I try to shove in some kind of life. In the last month (or since I last updated), Yves and Ozzy have gone back home; Sam, Natasa, Lee, and I had Thanksgiving dinner at the convent hostel; we celebrated Bonfire Night on the Heath; and practiced our drinking skills whenever we had money. I also changed rooms and have gotten no sleep because Rachel and I have waaaay too much fun together, lol.

School is over for winter break now; I got a surprise ticket home for Christmas, which is why I am currently sitting on the floor in SFO waiting for another flight. I should've been home last night but they canceled our flight due to fog - and not even San Francisco fog, IDAHO fog. Idaho fog? Really? Luckily, I was able to spend the night at Grandma's, but I've now been awake for 5 hours after 23 awake and just a couple of sleep. I'm ready to pass out, but there's still another hour to wait before my flight boards.

Also, Montanna doesn't know I'm coming home, as far as I know. I'm looking forward to seeing her face.

It snowed on Wednesday before Sam and I left! We had a perfect day out in the snow. Well, minus the fact that I had no boots or gloves and was absolutely soaking, but still...

I'm so excited to get back to Boise. I need to see the dogs and Thomas, eat good real Mexican food, cook, wrap presents, visit with Allison, and go to the dentist (woohoo).

Noteworthy: I kept saying "home" referring to Boise. The second the plane left London, I began calling it "home" too. But it's true, I have two homes, and it depresses me that I can't be in both at the same time. Can someone figure out how to do that?

Thanks.

Happy Christmas :)

xoxo

Half-Term Adventures

Okay, there aren't any. Yet. But there's still four more days! Have hope!

It's been a while since I blogged but things have been more than crazy. Schoolwork is piling up, teaching practice has me up at 6am or earlier and that is just not fun for anyone.

Half-term couldn't have come at a better time, I tell you what.

But nothing new or exciting to report, I'm afraid. No new London adventures, unfortunately. I'm just a plain old boring student whose life is ruled by the iron fist that is education.

Boooooo.

xoxo

Rule #4: Always wear sturdy heels.

Tash's 18th club party was Friday and oh - em - gee, I can't feel four toes and my knees are killing. Thank god Simona let me borrow her flats because all night in those heels and I think I'd need a wheelchair.

Last week I went on observations and it felt a little creepy. Also I got sick. But tomorrow I'm due to start actual teaching practice and I'm so ridiculously nervous! I can't remember any songs or practical life presentations, and the directress wants to see my anthology but Vikki hasn't given it back to me yet. Plus, it's not finished. So I'm sure she won't be pleased about that but whatever.

In other good news, my cold is going away, hurray! Still coughy and a little achey, but I feel well enough to actually be a real person. Plans for this week include seeing Where The Wild Things Are with Noah and possibly Daniel, going to the Heath, shopping for school supplies, and who knows what else. Going to bed early? Probably.

xoxo

Birthday Fun

Last night we had a birthday shindig on Parliament Hill. So fun! It was pretty small - just me, Vix, Tash, Lee, Simona, PJ, Ozzy, a girl whose name I don't remember, and Jemma. Eventually Steph and two other new Hyelm guys joined us, as well as Jemma's boyfriend, Jeppe, and one of his friends (girlfriend??). It was a perfectly dry evening, even though it was so cold! But what do you expect in October?

But it really was the perfect way to end a horrible week and start a new one that will, hopefully, be better.

Pictures will be up on Facebook :)

xoxo

My life sucks.

This week has been the most terrible week ever.

Friday, Bea took off to Kent to start her end-journey home. So, sadness, obviously. We had a huge study group on Saturday that went on until about 3am. I worked endlessly on my Poetry Anthology and barely made a dent. Lee has just about the most amazing anthology and I am very jealous, but she pulled longer hours through the week then I could ever dream of doing. Still, I was up close to 2am every night until Thursday. And still nothing got done. Ridiculous.

What else? Well, I got sick of my high-strung bitchy neighbors knocking on my wall (they think I'm loud? Try living around dancers) and we had some words. And then management told me I could've gotten kicked out for harassment. WTF????

I had two anxiety attacks, Dad had another surgery, I didn't complete either of my assignments for the week, and I chipped one of my teeth on another tooth while eating pizza. And I probably won't be able to treat myself to a birthday peircing because all of my money has gone to food, school supplies, and laundry.

And it's been raining all week. Which means, since my birthday party is tomorrow.... well, you get it.

On the other hand, we got our placements for Observations and Teaching Practice, and the school I'm sent to is only a 30min walk. :)

Ah well. Nothing much else has gone on worth talking about. Hopefully next week will be better.

xoxo

"Driving's fun!"

I love girls' nights. Last night, Bea, Helen, Tash, Kiri, Steph, and I had too much fun (but only half a bottle of wine... really should've taken up Juliane on that second one) listening to the Beatles and singing along to Tenacious D. And apparently my arm and shoulder are fucked from a variety of things and are full of knots. Hurrrraaay!! Luckily Bea beat the hell out of them so - although I am very sore - hopefully it'll feel better.

Also... possible trip to Australia over Christmas break? We'll have to work out the finances on that one...

Plans for this next week include starting and finishing an essay on Human Tendencies, starting an essay on the Planes of Development, starting and finishing a poetry anthology, doing laundry, paying rent, getting my tragus pierced (which apparently has no nerve endings... trivia for the day), and collecting more leaves to press for my leaf folder. Also must buy school supplies.

As for this weekend, Helen's going away party is tonight at the Heath, and Juliane is having a joint birthday party with her boyfriend in Kensal Green. Hamish is having a going-away paintball thing tomorrow at some ridiculous hour of the morning - needless to say I'll be sleeping in and hopefully (finally!) heading to the Unitarian church down the High Street.

Half-term in three weeks!! I'll be spending it doing work, most likely. I'm getting nervous about our teaching practice, as the only things we're able to do at this point are sing songs and recite poetry, and I can't think of any! I know they're somewhere in my brain but they just don't come out when I need them.

Okay, enough procrastinating... time to do some actual work. That is why I'm here, after all. Right?

xoxo