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!
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Wednesday, 15 October 2008
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!
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.
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.
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