Afternoon Delight

Today was the last day of classes! yay!

Today i also participated in the great british tradition of going to pubs in the middle of the day and just drinking and getting wasted all day! its absolutely fantastic. so, I had an exam today and when we were finished, the entire class headed over to the nearest pub (the new globe) to get drinks. this was around 12:45/1:00 ish. of course, the lecturer came along as well (it was actually his idea for all of us to go). when we first got there i bought myself 2 drinks called 'cheeky V' (its 2 for a fiver, so you have to get 2) so, cheeky V is a shot of port mixed with WKD which is a vodka based alcopop, so basically, it gets you pretty wasted. So i had that, and then Matt, the lecturer, bought sambuca shots for the entire class which is about 40 or 50 people! the shots are only one pound each, but still that's insane! if you're wondering either what my lecturer looks like or what the fuck the picture on this post is, put the two together. yea, that is a picture of my teacher taken off of his facebook. i believe i may have told him whilst i was drunk that i had creeped his facebook, but now we're friends so i feel like its ok. so anyway, i was already starting to feel a bit drunk and it was only like 2pm! (which is also when my econ seminar started, but needless to say, i did not attend) by the time i'd left the pub at 6:00, i had drunk the 2 cheeky Vs, the sambuca, and either 4 or 5 double rum & cokes. i think the only way to find out how much i actually drank would be to count my money and figure it out from that.

oh casey, i was talking to Matt about you! well actually, he brought you up! we were talking about how young he is (he's 30, but he looks like 24/25ish.) so we were talking about how were all really in the same age group and i said how i have friends who are older than he is. and he was like 'yea, like john.' and i asked, 'who's john?' and he's all trying to convince me that i clearly know somebody named john so he says, 'you know, JOHN, he's friends with casey.' so i told him that i actually do have a friend called casey and he was like 'yea! and she has a friend, john, creepy john!' and then i thought of your friend john and i cant remember his last name but like we hung out with him on halloween like 5 years ago. i think it starts with a W ... it was funny.

anyway, i got back from the pub round 6:00 and fell asleep (i had only slept 2 hours the night before) and then my flatemates cooked dinner for christine and me and they gave us these pictures they took where they're each holding up a letter and it says 'we love you!' it was soo cute! and they got us a cake too! after dinner, i was feeling pretty sick. its so wierd feeling hungover at like 10pm! so i did the only logical thing to do when you're hungover, i went out and got drunk again! yay for alcoholism? whatever, i like to consider it a cultural experience.

so, i will be coming home in about 2 weeks, and im sad and excited at the same time. the one thing i really miss more than anything is taco bell! i dont know how i've survived so long without it. the first thing i'm gonna do when i get home is DRIVE to taco bell (if i still remember how to drive) oh man, it's gonna be great! also, i am in need of new years plans, so give me some options people!

<3

I'm tired of rumours startin

you may have heard rumours that i was seen snorting cocaine off Lindsay Lohan's tits in a posh nightclub on wednesday ...

unfortunately, that wasnt me :( instead i was just seen queuing outside for three hours. despite being on the guestlist, kelly and i were denied entry after showing up unfashionably late. the club was full so they closed the guestlist, but i did get a half-way decent photo of Lindsay in her car! by the way, she is sooo pretty in real life! and she was like smiling and laughing the whole time too. what an attention whore! but she's so fucking hot!

paparazzi are so funny! they kept running up and down the street whenever they thought a celebrity was arriving. the only celebs actually seen at this nightclub were lindsay and her girlfriend (who was DJing the event) and a few C-listers who nobody really cares about. One of the photogs said that he saw Katy Perry earlier that day and another took a picture of me with his crazy camera that flashed like 32987402 times! it was kind of creepy, actually. but i started talking to him, asking if he got the 'money-shot' and he was like 'nah, no beaver ... no fire-crotch for me tonight.' i'm so upset that i couldn't get in! like, i would not give up though. i seriously tried everything i could think of, short of offering the bouncers sexual favours (although i may have hinted that i would) and eventually, after some drunk guy who already had a table in the club couldn't get us in, and after kelly dragged me away from the door, we gave up and went home. it would have been so cool if we'd gotten into the club, but atleast i got to see my hetero-girl crush up close! <3

i forgot a title on that last one ... eh, fuck it

so, i feel like i should be blogging all about my week in amsterdam and dublin, but tbh i dont really remember most of it! yea, i did some touristy things, i got high, it was ace. amsterdam = most terrifying city in the world. we almost got robbed/raped/killed about a million times. i actually did have my shoes stolen from the hostel. also, i spilt a bottle of water in my purse, temporarily destroying my camera and mobile phone and permanently destroying my ipod (r.i.p. squishy deux) that's why i only have about 12 pictures from last week, but fortunately kelly and christine took pictures so you can see all the ones that im tagged in on facebook. i bought a new ipod in london on saturday (il duce) its a classic and apparently it only comes with 120 gigs now. i dont think ill ever use all that space! maybe ill put some more movies on.

so amsterdam was fun, dublin was safer.

ugh, i went to the duty free in amsterdam to buy cigs and the lady asked if london was my final destination, and being retarded i told her truthfully that im going to dublin after and since i didnt have a boarding pass for dublin/because she thought i said dubai she wouldnt let me buy cigarettes because something about the eu and i was just like 'you're a crazy bitch'

that reminds me! like everyone in the world was out to get us this week (no, it wasnt just paranoia from the weed). on a bus in amsterdam, the crazy bus driver closed the doors at our stop when we were about to get off and just drove on to the next stop and she was staring right at us! we had to get off at the next stop and walk, but it wasnt too far. it was soo mean though! and i feel like there was another similar incident but i cant remember at the mo.

anyway, so i couldnt get my cigs in amsterdam and they were too expensive in london so i was gonna get them coming back from dublin, but of course i forgot. now i roll my own cigarettes like a real brit! its fun, im not too terrible at it (i had practice with joints in amsterdam) and on some website it said that people who roll their own are mavericks! yay i'm sarah palin!

speaking of which, yay obama! everyone in england is really happy!

Absynthe Party at the Fly Honey Warehouse

Ahh! it's almost halloween! everyone is getting ready for all the crazy fancy dress parties! i actually saw a flyer for a bar that was giving away prizes for 'best fancy dress' and i was just like, 'my dress isn't fancy, it's slutty.' and then my kind british friends informed me that 'fancy dress' simply means costume. so there are a lot of COSTUME parties to attend in the next few days.

Day after Halloween (at 3am to be exact) it's off to gatwick airport to catch our 6:25 flight to amsterdam! I have decided to give weed another try. I mean, how can you go to amsterdam and not smoke? i'll just have to drink a lot of water and hope i don't get sick. i'll be in amsterdam until the 4th and then its off to dublin, but we have a change-over in london, so i will be in three different countries in one day! i'll be back on the 7th and i'll write all about my travels. that is, if i don't have a shit load of coursework to do when i get back.

theres not too much going on here ... my flatmate, Simon, beat the 'vodka challenge' and then smashed his face on the concrete. he's ok now, but it was pretty scary at the time. I was chatted up by quite a few east londoners at the bar last night ... kinda creepy. i think it was because i was wearing my friend martin's sexy button-down shirt that HE usually wears when he's trying to pull. i think it works better for me.

in case anyone is wondering - the title of this post has nothing to do with anything, i just picked the best song title off my itunes playlist. i like it, and i guess it's sorta fitting with the amsterdam thing. they have absynthe there right?

cheers loves!

i just realised there are comments ...

jude law and a semester abroad is the name of a brand new song (download it, it's good)

i remembered the name of the guy i had sex with (well i didnt, christine did) it was joey. that doesnt sound familiar but christine says she's positive.

and yes danielle, i know what you're referencing when you said i have a slutty name. i should message tim on facebook and hang out with him.

ps. i have a lot more to say, but i feel i've done enough posting tonight so there will be more to come soon. cheers!

'So ... you wearing anything under that kilt?'

so, i went to scotland this past weekend! our train left friday morning from kings cross (yea, harry potter!) and we got into edinburgh around half 12 (thats how brits say 12:30) we went on a nice walking tour (apparently everything in scotland is super historic) also, our tour guide was like obsessed. I dont think he's too keen on english people and he seemed to believe that scotland has the first and best of everything. the funny thing about being in scotland was the fact that i felt almost personally insulted whenever anyone insulted england. it's like, hello, i live there.

anyway, that night we went to an irish pub (yea, in scotland) and got lovely men to buy us drinks. (ps. whenever i say we i am refering to my flatmate christine and our friend kelly and me). by the way, british guys are not like american guys when they buy you a drink. In the states a guy pretty much only buys you a drink if he has like a 90% chance of getting into your pants. In scotland, i had a guy buy me a drink, chat to me for a bit at the bar, and then WALK AWAY! who does that?! not like i minded, i got a free drink and i didnt have to pretend i was interested in what the bloke was saying. after that, we headed over to this club next door that christine had been to when she went to scotland for spring break freshman year. The club was kick ass and we just danced and had fun and met some irish people who asked if we had any irish in us to which i replied 'yes, on occasion.' (i was very drunk) and then we were talking to english guys who were sucking on pacifiers that they had dipped into their drinks. apparently it's some sort of drinking game. i told them that they have terrible drinking games and attempted to explain the concept of beer pong.

next day was mostly spent on a bus, although we did stop to see some really cool things. the mountains and monuments were ok, but the hairy coo was AWESOME! a hairy coo is basically a hairy cow, which is basically an emo-looking cow (i have pics on facebook). i swear this one cow was like the highlight of my life. we spent like 20 minutes there. and then, of course, we went to loch ness! 'whats there to do in loch ness' you ask? why, SWIMMING WITH THE LOCH NESS MONSTER, of course! let me tell you, swimming in the northern part of scotland in mid-october is not necessarily the best idea. it was absolutely freezing! but when else do you get to swim with a legendary monster? that night was pretty laid back, we just hung out in a pub with a pitcher of bacardi rum punch. oh and they had these really pretty shot things and kelly and i each wanted one but we didnt know the flavours so we just asked the bartender to give us the best one (strawberry and cream vodka). It was the most delicious thing ever. later on, we realized we each wanted another one, but we didnt want the same flavour so we asked the bartender for the second best. That turned out to be a white chocolate vodka. after downing it, i turned to kelly and said 'that was good.' kelly replied 'yea, but not as good as the last one.' me: 'thats because this is the second best and the last one was the best!' that bartender knew his shots.

next day we saw a battlefield. i swear scotland is to britain what the south is to america. like they want to be a seperate nation and they obsess over the wars and battles that they lost. although unlike the south, scotland may actually get their independence in like 2011 or something. (yea right, we totally own them). we also went to a whisky distillery where we learnt how whisky is made! it was like straight out of willy wonka. at the end of the tour we got free samples (kinda yuck - im not really a fan of whisky, but i will never turn down free alcohol).

whilst we were away, a 30-something-year-old black man got into our flat after following one of our flatmates into the building and then into the flat. she didnt see him come into the flat because she went straight into her room, but then she heard noise coming from the kitchen and opened the door to find this man pigging out on christine's food. he didnt see her so she just locked herself in her room until she heard the guy leave. on his way out he was trying to open all of the doors but because none of us were around, all of our doors were locked. so he didnt steal anything other than 2 english muffins and maybe some squash (thats a kind of juice drink). so yea, kinda scary, but thats mile end for ya.

Dumb American Slut

ok... i'm in trouble! hehe
so one of the first nights i was here Christine and I met these people in the lift who live 2 floors above us. We were coming back from a random party which we were spontaneously invited to (this happens all the time) anyway, our new friends in the lift invited us to their flat and everyone was just hanging out in the kitchen. One guy, Jed, was really drunk and kept saying 'I wish I didnt have a girlfriend' you know, the usual shit guys with girlfriends say when theyre drunk and want to hook up with someone else. Except when its me they usually say 'fuck the girlfriend lets hook up anyway.' but no, Jed didnt want to cheat on his girlfriend so i respected that. im not about to make anyone do anything they dont want to do.

side note - i beat Jed in a game i like to call Harry Potter trivia where we go back and forth asking each other Harry Potter related questions to see who knows more about HP. i do.

So last night, i went into central london with my flatmates Shipa and Christine, and Shipa's friend Martin, and Martins flatmates Felicity and Grace. After we came back to campus, i was sitting at my computer checking my facebook and things before going to bed when i got a text message from Jed saying 'i dumped my girlfriend yesterday' he also said that he had just woken up and his flat was empty, so i asked if he wanted company. he said his flat is boring and asked if he could come to mine instead. when he came over he just sat down on my bed and told me about his whole situation and whatever. then he laid down in my bed and motioned for me to lay next to him, so i did and then HE kissed ME. I didnt make a move on him, I didnt take advantage of his vulnerable state, i just went with it. We didnt have sex or anything, we just made out a bit. Then he decided to leave because he didnt want to do anything else at the moment. he said we should hang out again, but he needed to think over his situation or whatever.

I woke up this morning to the ring of my mobile and the caller id said it was Jed, so i picked up. It was NOT jed. its his girlfriend who he told that he hooked up with me and now she's like flipping out at me calling me a whore and a 'dumb american slut' and i kept hanging up on her and then she texted me saying shes going to fuck me up and i better be gone by the time she gets down here. and i texted her back saying that shes completely blaming the worng person. I didn't take advantage of her boyfriend for my own personal gratification, thats not how i am. Yea i've hooked up with guys who have girlfriends, but thats only because they want to. As far as i can remember i have never actively pursued anybody. i just go with the flow and if a guy wants to hook up with me and i think hes cute i go for it. But i dont scout out the ones who are involved and try to break up their relationship. im not too concernedabout this chick though, i dont think she'll actually do anything to me. and if she does come down here and attempt to 'fuck me up' we'll probably end up having a chat about how she has every right to be upset about what her EX-boyfriend did, but she cant blame me for it and he technically didnt do anything wrong but its more his fault than mine and then this chick and i will bond in our anger with jed and we can fuck him up instead. Dont think im not pissed that he told his girlfriend that i took advantage of him. He can make his own decisions. As the americans say, fuck that shit.

anyway, i've got to go make biscuits for my flatmats because they call cookies biscuits and have never had real american biscuits

Just touched down in London town

so, i decided to write this blog (hopefully the first in a series of blogs) to let anyone who is interested know what I've been up to here in the UK. also i can avoid having to repeat everything like 300 times. yea, i know i didnt 'just touch down' i touched down last monday in the new terminal 5 at heathrow airport where i was wisked away to the lovely thistle hotel in kensington gardens.

i was unable to get free internet so i picked up a mobile phone with an international plan. if you intend to ring me from the states (though i don't recommend it because it can be quite costly for you) the number is 011-44-750-391-4395. I'm not sure if the international code is the same if you're ringing from another country but i'll let you figure that out. Also, my mobile number will change when i run out of money and switch to the sim card that came with my phone (brits use sim cards and i dont really understand it)

Kensington Gardens was similar to canada in that i ate subway in a park. The peter pan statue hasnt changed since march 2007, but then again, when does anything change in England?

getting to more interesting aspects of my life - i found a beer that i actually like! its called Früli and its strawberry flavoured! delicious delicious! my tolerance for alcohol has definitely increased, likely because i wont drink anything other than water or tea if its not spiked.

anyway, i hooked up with an english bloke called ... shit i forgot his name (its not very important) he ended up staying in my hotel room for the night and i kept waking up and wondering why he was still there, but its ok he was cute.

I finally got to Queen Mary yesterday after a week of orientation and homestay. i stayed with a cute british family in the english countryside! we went to a food festival (free samples of awesome foods, wines, and ciders) and we went shopping in kidderminster (i got awesome shoes)i met 3 of my 5 flatmates yesterday and we went to a traffic light party at the campus bar/club where i had 2 shots of tequila and 3 VKs and didnt throw up! go me! i'm hoping it stays that way for the next three months but i dont count on it. well, i've got to get ready for some international student reception dinner (aka free food)

cheers!
Sharon