A White Wheelchair for the White Witch

I had the weirdest dream where it was the future and I lived on some far away planet, but me and the guy I was with had been invited to some party on a different planet. I didn't really wanna go, but I guess I said I would and I felt bad so most of the dream was us travelling through space trying to find this planet with the party and passing all kinds of cool space shit and me being like, damn it, this is gonna be awkward. And right at the end of the dream we passed Earth and I was like hey! Isn't that Earth? We should check that out sometime! And then I woke up. I imagine the dream was based on the fact that last night we went to Karaoke night at a place here and met these girls in the bathroom (backstory behind this was that Marlee was on a kick of taking pictures of everyone's cleavage, so we're in the bathroom and these girls come in and Marlee wants to take a picture of their boobs and somehow it led to us all becoming best friends. This is why alcohol is weird) and they're like, come out with us tomorrow night, come to our place we'll make you dinner! And it sounded like a good idea at the time but I guess my subconcious realized it'd be kinda awkward, and then my concious realized that today and I was like....I'm just not gonna call them, hopefully they were drunk enough that they just wont remember. On top of that, we really probably shouldn't go out tonight period cause we had to have a "house meeting" with our program director about our house's partying today.
On another note, my school here is just so challenging that today I went to the Museum of Costume and tried on corsets and then watched the 1988 BBC version of the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. If you've never seen this I highly suggest renting it, cause it is freakin hilarious. For one, the girl that plays Lucy is so funny looking that our professor, like half an hour into it, was like, are you guys gonna laugh every time Lucy's on screen? and we were all like, yes. I dont think he was too surprised though and you know he was laughing inside at that overbite/bowl cut combo. Adding to the amusement is that the talking animals are all people in fursuits and random bad 80s animation is spliced into it at points--one of the witch's evil minions totally looks like Ghostwriter. But also I can't forget when the White Witch falls down on a rock and they show her lying there all broken looking, and Diana just goes: "Well I guess now she'll have to ride around in a White Wheelchair" So un pc. So fantastic.

London

We had one of our rare weekends where they don't have anything planned for us, so I decided to head back to London for a couple days. Marlee and E.J. had said the night before...as they were going to bed 2 hours before me...that they were gonna wake up at 7:45 and take an early train so they could have more time to enjoy London. Ok, whatever, I already booked a ticket for 11:00am cause fuck waking up early. So I walk downstairs at about 10:30, and what do i see but a foot in Maddie's bed. She had left the night before and i thought i was alone in the house so I was like what the... I look in, E.J.'s crashed on Maddie's bed and Marlee is fast asleep. Nice guys. So I wake them, tell them they could still make my train...they mumble that they'll take the next one but they'll meet me at the Bayswater station at 5:00pm. I head out, get to London, do my thing at Portobello Market (and met this guy, at Pret no less, who was really awkward and nerdy in this cute funny way and asked me for my e-mail as I was leaving) I go to the station at 5:00. And wait til 6:30, at which point I'm like guess I'm just not gonna see them all weekend. I went and had dinner by myself and then met this guy John who I'd met in London before when I was with Kenny and Alex. We went to Camden Town (got scared of getting stuck on the tube for hours when it randomly stopped cause of British tabloid horror stories about the day before when people were trapped in 120 degree heat) and went to the World's End for a while, and then this place called Koko, which turned out to be pretty awesome. It looked like Proctor's theater, complete with gilt and carvings and opera boxes, only painted dark red. There were like four levels of balconies. And it even had leather couches. They also had this cover band that apparently was covering some reallly famous British rock band that John kept expecting me to recognize and I was just like .... I knew one song they played, it came to my memory from some dark past of listening to the radio in like 6th grade. Once he got over my total ignorance of British rock we danced to it remixed into dance music and he kept being like, you'll know this song, and I kept being like mm yeah, no. Still, we had an all around good time. And then left and were like how the fuck do we get home. He lives in London and was still like fuckin night bus schedule... so i felt a lot better about my utter lack of comprehension.
The next day after my like 4 hours of sleep I basically just wandered around aimlessly. I did go to Camden Market and ate some amazing ethnic food (i know! so adventurous of me) and I met these French guys who had only been in London for two days and wanted to practice their English on me. I thought it was really good, but there were a couple times where they just could not communicate something. We were getting on the tube to go our separate ways and Jimmy (I have no idea what his French name would be) was trying to explain that he likes to "tease" girls, and I wasn't really getting what he meant by it, so he goes up to this like 16yr old who's covered in white face paint with dyed black hair and a black canvas outfit with metal all over it and tells her she's pretty. So now he's done it. She's like "NO I"M NOT" We figured that'd be the end of it, but he'd piqued her interest so she starts talking to him about Marilyn Manson and shit. and then her and her friends were annoying 16yr old goths for the whole tube ride and I made fun of them in French with the two guys.
Oh, and possibly the best story of the weekend--if you take best to mean most creepy but funny later--was just as I was going to catch my train, I get stopped by this guy who needs to figure out the bus schedule..... I tell him I'm really not that good at it, but there's the map. And he's like where? So I walk him over and show him (I know, I'm just too fucking nice) and he's like oh so I just take the 249, 35, or 16, got it. And I'm like..yeah.... And then he's like, where are you headed? So i tell him I'm going home. And he's like, home? You should come party with me. I try to explain that I need to get back to Bath and can't miss my train, and he's like, you can come sleep at my place, I have a five bedroom flat, "and I'll just put you on the first train back in the morning." So now I'm super creeped out. I finally convince him I can't, and so he gives me his business card, points to the email on it, and is like "send me an email, and we'll work on getting you back to London" ....shudder.... But I guess if I run out of money here I know I can go work on getting some from the "European Business Development Manager"

Trust me, it was really cool

It was really dark so you kinda have to use your imagination for these pictures

Paddington Bear!

Something about "New Classic" was too ironic for me to pass this without a photo

There it is closer up

This was hanging in the lobby of the V & A, I thought it was cool

On Saturday it was cold and gray outside so I didn't have much desire to sit in a park or anything. I just went to museums cause they were free and warm. I saw the new T-Rex, and I saw this. It just seemed like a really funny name. Like someone saying Tyrannosaurus with a really bad lisp.

This was my room at my hostel, I couldnt get far enough back to get a decent angle cause it was too cramped. You can see the posters of guys on the wall though. Thats cause people live here. The one girl had been there for 9 months...no wonder they had so much fuckin luggage i couldn't move through the room

These guys had been having a friendly conversation, which i found really funny. When they realized I wanted to take a picture they posed though, which is less funny, but still kind of amusing

Middle School Dance Party 2

So it's the last night before we're all going off in different directions for our free weekend, and we figure, better get blasted out of our minds. You know how we roll. So we decide we'll actually go clubbing, and we get all dressed up. And drink a lot at home first cause drinks at clubs are fuckin expensive. So our house leaves a good....40 minutes after we were supposed to meet the others. As we're walking up Milsom st we of course run into them. And they of course have just left their house. They all want to go the Huntsman, which i didnt really understand cause its a pub and last time i went there were like 4 middle aged men there. But we went, and it turned out to be ₤1.50 drinks night. So I decided not to complain about the creepy middle aged man vibe. We hung around downstairs for a bit and then the guy was like, theres a dance floor upstairs, the d.j. will play “whatever you want.” Right. So we head upstairs. And walk straight into a middle school dance. Wood paneling. Colored light spinny ball thing. Realllly shitty old music. And of course, everyone sitting at tables staring down and a completely empty dance floor. We changed that pretty quick. We tried requesting some new music…as in like 2000….that didn’t happen. So we rocked out the old school Michael Jackson and made the best of it. We….well ok, Trish…went over to the tables and started dragging guys up. And since there were like 9 of us we all started dancing and it was pretty much a rockin party anyway. I met a guy who called me love and realized I haven’t gotten totally immune to the accent yet. And then we went back to our house and Chris played guitar while we all sang along and probably pissed the fuck out of our neighbors. I consider it an accomplishment that none of them have thrown anything at us from their windows yet.

There's a big mirror over our fireplace, so rather than go to her room or something that would make sense, Marlee decided to stand on the piano stool and observe herself from 10 feet away

Carlyn double-fistin it as we pregamed cause we were about 15 minutes late at this point

This picture's super blurry cause apparently no one but me can hold their hand steady enough to take long exposure photos, but i had to include it so you can see the "BAR" in colored lights...even though it looks like we're at the roller rink they did actually serve alcohol at said bar.

Ohh yeah. See that rainbow lighting? So classy.

Here's the long awaited picture of me and the super sketchy Venetian bus driver. You can only sort of tell that I'm creeped out of my mind...

But you can definitely tell that Zane's lovin it

Venice

Ok, so I know this is a little belated. Most of my pictures from Europe were uploaded onto Ellen's ipod which returned to America June 3rd. I still have my Venice ones though, so I figure I should put them on here with the promise to include Paris and Dublin at some future date. So enjoy

And that's just neat

And then there were like eight

I was screaming even though there was only one on me....

I definitely did not like this at first

And now for the pigeons...

Me on the gondola

Caitlin on our gondola ride

Ok. One more

If I included all my pretty pictures we'd be here all night

This is just pretty

It's so tempting...

Venice is the most confusing city ever. Here is a prime example

I saw this and immediately thought of Charlie. Is that sad?

We were walking and we turned down a street, and we found ourselves suddenly in the Venetian ghetto. Like barbed wire and graffitti and old stone bridges held up with plywood. And not a single person anywhere. But we eventually found this, which was beautiful and strangely ironic.

The streets here are really more like sidewalks. I tend to define "street" as something vehicles other than feet can travel.

This gondola guy pointed at me and then clutched his heart. I took it as a compliment.

Me and Caitlin on the Gondola

I thought the masks were pretty scary honestly, but they looked cool in the windows

The reflection of the window actually makes this picture cooler I think

Ellen's coke was LUDICROUSLY tiny

Cornwall

We went to Cornwall this weekend. Two words. Freakin Rocked. But if you want more than two words, you're welcome to read on. We went to Tintagel first, which is supposedly where King Arthur's parents got it on. We walked up a big giant hill and for the first time were like...England does get hot and humid, damn. But at the top of the giant rocky hill was an awesome ruined castle and an even more awesome view of the ocean, so it was worth it. We stayed in a town called Coverack, tiny and quaint--buildings had thatched roofs. But of course, our hostel was at the top of a GIGANTIC hill. Are you sensing the pattern? i.e. after this weekend my calves and ass are like level ground!!! (and I of course live on Widcombe Hill. bitches) We had Cornish pasties (don't really reccommend them though) and had flaming shots at the town's one little pub. Saturday we went to St. Ives, which is amazing and I think I might go back for my free weekend. Its a little surfing town and we spent the whole day on the beach soaking up the 32 degree (celsius) weather. And it was good. There are other stories of course but I'm sick of writing.

Yeah.... It was real hot on the bus. I guess that can be considered an explanation for this

Maddie is in touch with nature. That car, however, isn't.

For some reason this town still kept their stocks. We figured Jonathan had surely done something to deserve this

In front of Mount St. Michael

No idea how this happened

Marlee being ridiculous. As usual

The beach!

The breakfast room at our hostel

Flaming shot time

Isn't it adorable?

The edge

That guy looks less like he's accidentally fallen and more like he's hurling himself over it

Glad I didn't try to take these stairs...

Leaving Bath in the fog

The Villas

So I'm in the party house. We rock.

Famous restaurant in Bath. Its like, old or some shit