Taking Advantage of 21ness

Since I turned 21 in England, where the drinking age is 18, going out to bars on my birthday wasn't really all that special. When we got back there was school and shit to do, but Thursday is Art Major Night at DA's, so we decided to get our freak on. When I gave the guy my id, however, he was like, I can't accept this. ? Apparently my license expired on my birthday. What ass. I had to drive Charlie's car (still superglued together I might add) back home, get my passport, and then he let me in. I figure its the best thing that could've happened though, cause now I have a story about the first time I went to a bar after turning 21. If he'd just let me in no problem it would've been a much more boring tale. Story two however is that Travis, the owner, likes getting Julia cakes. We're not really sure why, but if it means free cake, who really cares.

/Pizza

saddest thing ever?

Corn is Good

So we have three boxes of cereal: Corn Chex, Kix, and Corn Pops. And I realized there is a link between these three: corn. Corn apparently makes for the best kind of cereal, as all three of these are in my favorites category. Since I like them all pretty much equally, I had quite a dilemma in deciding which to choose this morning. Uber sugar? Delicious crunch? I was at a loss. Then the idea came to me: corn medley. Why should I have to choose? Why shouldn't I be egalitarian and mix all three cereals equally? I know what you're thinking--cause that would be weird. That has never stopped me before and I'm not about to start letting it. Corn medley it was, and it was AMAZING. I want to eat this every morning. I might even wake up more than 10 minutes before class for the sake of corn medley...though, admittedly, it is rather unlikely.

In our case "eventually" was not at all an exaggeration. Charlie's car started smoking when we were driving into the city to get Julia, and we then got to sit in a gas station in post-apocalyptic New Jersey for 2 hours while the boys superglued the leak in his coolant tube so we could make it home at the fine hour of 5 am. Eastern Standard Time of course.

All things must come to an end eventually...

Just...yeah....

Aww, adorable. And look, Simon wants to get in on it too, even cuter.

I actually have no idea what the explanation behind this one is...

Happy St. Patty's Day to all. I was wearing green, you just can't see it through my sweatshirt...

Science museum simulators!!

I'm slightly more awake on the tube this time...

Not the piercing. Not this time.

After not too long, however, we lost our momentum and ended up napping in the insect exhibit. We were on this bench for like an hour before Kenny realized he had no cell reception and that maaybe that was why we still hadn't heard from Simon. Oops.

Went to the London Zoo, started out strong. These things so look like they should be characters in the Dark Crystal. If you can't tell from this picture do a google image search for Red River Hog. You'll see what I'm talking about.

Julia was also in London for a couple days. In this picture she's trying to untie the knot Charlie tied in her hair. If you look closely at the bottom left of the picture you can see the top of the Snapple that's expiration date was March '05 and caused much ado.

Trafalagar Square has big lions. They are higher up than they look. Work it Charlie.

Yeah... I think this speaks for itself.

For my birthday we rode the London Eye. According to Kenny you can see his dorm from this perspective. He kept bein like, that building behind Parliament. Ohh, that one.
Afterwards we went on a "Circle Line Pub Crawl" which, after one stop, deteriorated into, we're on Fleet St., there's a pub every five feet, why waste valuable drinking time riding the tube.

Food is damn expensive in London, but less so at Pret. Plus they have a sense of humor.

Went to the Natural History Museum, wasn't aware how dangerous an activity that can be...

The big guy is Paul, and the screaming girl is his cousin Erin. I think Charlie said it best when he described Paul as "American." He lives for beer, doesn't want to bother with British coinage (and calls the currency in general L-B-S), works construction, and is on the pro poker circuit. In this picture, Erin had gotten some dirt on her face, Paul had proceeded to refer to it as war paint, call her "Squanto," and recite what he imagined to be American Indian war chants. She proceeded to try to wipe some of it on his face, hence....

Ok, screw days, i would rather put things on here based on merit rather than some kind of chronological order. This needs no explanation I take it.

Still Day two: Dancin at Madame Jojos. They have leather couches...

Day two: Slept til 3:30pm GMT. Got bitched out by Charlie. But then when I was finally awake we went to this bar in Camden Town, the World's End, and it was quite awesome.

Day one: Friday March 11th, circa 11pm GMT, and I've been awake since circa 11am EST Thursday March 10th. I look relatively uncranky considering...

Don't Leave It Til "Tomaro"

I'm so pissed that I'm missing this: http://www.hasidicreggae.com/ Yes, you read that link right. It's hasidic reggae, and actually you can add rap on there too. And its coming to Albany Wednesday. I of course am moderating the Shades of Gray panel discussion on diversity that Honors Forum has been planning since last semester. If there is some overarching method to the world, I hate it for putting these two events at the same time. Bursting with hatred.
On a completely unrelated note, if you will scroll down to the february 14th pictures from the middle school dance party, you'll notice an amazing couple. Now that couple has since broken up, and a major impetus for this was the guy's horrendous spelling. I realize this probably has raised a little skepticism on your part, but trust me, just keep reading. My sister forwarded me this email from her friend today:
okay, well this was mainly sent out so that i should show lu how terrible it all is... when i mentioned at her house how nick couldn't spell for shit, she said, "yeah, spelling is key," or something, but i'm really not sure if she was serious or just making fun of me :) so anyways, good thing for trillian logs... these are some of the major spelling errors that nick had between january 18 and january 25. there are tons more, but i just couldn't go on.....enjoy :)
playee
simester
i'llll
for got
smile faceses
diffrent
vidio
sum (meant some)
se
mor
heave
cought (coat)
explane
rrom
preassuring
soal
course (coors)
enoght
falt
enought
sooru
becouse
straberry
bannna
cought (caught... apparently caught and coat are spelled the same in his world)
ben
typeing
bather
tuff
supose
nock
hert
wreaks
batterys
mite
qualate
exhust

and of course...
tomaro

Dr. What?

So I'm drinking a Dr. Pepper, and contemplating what the flavor could be...it's definitely kinda spicy--not like indian food spicy, but like christmas cookie spicy, obviously. Like its got clove or nutmeg flavor or something. After the thousands upon thousands of cans of Dr. Pepper I have drank over the course of my life, I still have NO idea how to describe this flavor. Except delicious.
On a Dr. Pepper related note, Kevin went to the grocery store the other day, the one in our neighborhood at home, so we all KNOW we've bought Dr. Pepper there lots of times, and they didnt have any. So he asked a lady who was working there if it was like on a display somewhere or something, and she goes "Dr. Pepper? Well I've never heard of it..." ???? wha? what the hell? Who the hell hasnt heard of Dr. Pepper?? Its a sick sad world when brand names have not penetrated every corner of our society...
but she works at a place that sells soft drinks...