| not blind, deaf, or dumb |
[03 Jun 2006|06:31pm] |
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I need to get out of this town, or at least find some new friends who aren't going to dick me over. In case you ever really want to insult me the best way to do it is to insult my intelligence. And for the record, acting like I'm a fucking idiot and trying to make everyone hide the fact that you're dating my ex is a pretty good way to insult my intelligence. Every day that goes by without her fessing up just makes it exponentially worse. So to her say thanks, keep twisting that knife, I really appreciate it. Go fuck yourself San Diego
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| It's true |
[25 May 2006|01:56am] |
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| You Are a Martini |
 There's no other way to say it: you're a total lush.
You hold your liquor well, and you hold a lot of it! |
http://www.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/
It's true but there's no shame in this game. That's just how I roll
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| pants fight |
[22 May 2006|08:14pm] |
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I need to go shopping, I hear Victoria's Secret calling out my name. New bras, thongs, and various lacey things here I come. Shopping for underwear is usually the only kinda shopping I really like to do so it'll be a good way to cheer me up
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[21 May 2006|06:35pm] |
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I miss Atlanta already and I haven't even been gone for a week. I always get really lonely when I'm back in Gainesville, I miss living with my friends and always having something to do. Being back at home is no good especially when getting people together to do anything is like pulling teeth sometime. I'm glad Chris is back in town, I'm hoping that we'll actually end up hanging out a lot, I always see him in Atlanta but we never seem to chill enough back in the 'ville.
The boredom of the 'ville has led me to start poking around myspace and I ended up finding, through a friend of a friend, a guy I used to have a crush on in 9th grade. I spent a while reading his LJ and I've gotta say he seems pretty cool these days. Well there you go, I'm officially one of those weird myspace stalker type people. See what this town does to me?
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| Angry Kristy |
[01 Oct 2005|05:57pm] |
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All I wanted last night was a quiet night at home with me and my tv. Instead people came over right before I was about to go to bed, someone puked in my bathroom and now it smells, someone stole my door knob (really, who does that?), and someone broke my spacebar on my laptop. And the gators look like shit right now. Fuck today.
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| WLP |
[28 Jul 2005|12:36am] |
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Go check out this band called World Leader Pretend. They're fantastic, listen to their music, buy a cd, check out a show, and all that good stuff. I promise you won't be disappointed because their second cd, Punches is so good its simply out of control. http://wlpband.com/ is their website
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| Horney Monkeys |
[28 Jul 2005|12:34am] |
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Some of the lil monkeys from work have been exhibiting some odd behaviour lately. I guess they're finally all pretty comfortable with me because they really seem to be letting their inhibitions go. A couple of days ago I saw one of the males in the lab room acting out a bit (not one of my guys, this lil man belongs to a different lab but he just happens to live in the room with my monks) . He was sitting near the front of his cage with both hands on his testicles kind of lifting all his junk upwards. Then he bends down and starts licking his penis. Whoa lil man. Whoa. I was torn between being completely disgusted and being more amused than I have been in a very long time. Its pretty impressive really and I bet that there are a lot of people out there who wish they had this monkey's skills. I'm reminded of one of the informative lunch time conversations we had in high school. It went as follows:
Terry: "Do you think that if guys could suck their own dicks they would do it?"
Carl: "Terry, if I could suck my own dick I wouldn't be here right now. I would be at home giving myself head. In fact, I would never leave the house."
About 20 minutes after the initial incident I saw the little guy doing it again...guess he is just lonely and I suppose I can't blame him for that. Then today at work I saw a different monkey (again, not one of mine. my boys are much better behaved) giving himself a hand job. He just sat there yanking it around for a while. Ridiculous.
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| Margaritas do interesting things to people |
[15 Jul 2005|11:57pm] |
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Whats this? A naked band in my living room. I don't know how these things happen but they do cause ridiculousness just seems to follow Margaret and I around. My spatula and Uno have been ruined by naked boys but what can you do besides sit back and watch the madness unfold. Slip n' slidding in the front yard, popcorn in your underwear, sharpie tattoos, quarters hitting the floor. Hotness
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| Master Shake |
[05 Jul 2005|09:48pm] |
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Last night was interesting. Had to drive a very drunk robert home. Apparently I shouldn't leave anything that smells good in my car because he'll eat it. Yup my ATHF Master Shake air freshner apparently tasted like a real vanilla shake so after a while of just liking it Robert literally started eating chunks of my air freshner. R.I.P. Master Shake
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| Day of Suck |
[19 Jun 2005|10:56pm] |
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Happy Father's Day to all you baby daddys out there. The day started out well enough, I was at home in the 'ville with Amanda and my parents. Went out to a nice lunch, had some pie, chillaxed a bit. Things were even going well when BWell and I started driving back to Atlanta. We were being cool and singing disney songs to pass the time and I was feeling good because the Florida/Georgia curse that seemed to be on my car for so long hadn't reared its ugly head in a really long time (for a while it seemed like I couldn't make the trip home and back to Atlanta without something going wrong with my car). But alas, the my-car-isn't-fucked-up streak couldn't last forever. Just after we passed Tifton about every light that could light up on my dash did. So basically to make a long story short we end up stuck in Chula, Georgia which is a "town" consisting of a shady ass motel, a gas station, and a run down antique store. Since its Father's Day and Sunday and about 7:30/8:00 there aren't any mechanics shops open. The owner of the gas station called her mechanic friend to come over and he shows up, tells me my alternator is dead and that he can fix it in the morning. He tells me his buddy can fix my alternator and that it will be a lot cheaper than getting a new alternator. He gives me a quote and tells me that he doesn't take checks or a credit card. Um yeah thats shady as hell I'll take my car elsewhere please. In addition to the one shady ass mechanic there were about half a dozen people from the shady ass motel who kept coming over asking what was wrong with my car and offering to fix it for me. I think not, get the hell away from me and my car thankyouverymuch. So it was a short tow truck ride to Tifton (the self proclaimed agri-research capital of the South. Now here I am in a Tifton hotel dicking around on my laptop waiting for the night to pass so that I can get my car fixed in the morning and go back home. At least I get a continental breakfast in the morning. Fuck me.
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| A Poem |
[30 Apr 2005|05:40pm] |
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Last night was great and I was completely wrecked. It was Andrew's 21st birthday so Bracewell and I went over to party with everyone in the Towers. David and Joe spent half the night professing their love for Amanda and I but I was lucky enough to get a poem from David. It went something to the effect of "Your hair is like a loaf of bread. Your face is like the gumball machine." I think thats the first time a guy has ever recited poetry to me, David is just a true romantic I suppose.
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| The Little Mermaid |
[27 Apr 2005|09:18pm] |
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I miss...
Lounging around on the big brown couches in the Vic
Boys dressed as girls
Whore boots
Crappy hall food
Watching movies up on A floor
The Old Course
The stupid red gowns
Tescos juice
That little old lady's garden on the corner of Market and Hope Streets
The beach
The massive room I used to live in
Having an amazing roomie
Story time
The big booths in the back of the Westport
Skirt nights
Cheap wine
My Mummy and Daddy
The scaffolding
Alcohol in the common room
The bop
Wondering who will be working in the kitchen
People spelling everything with the letter "u"
Empire
Wearing scarves and gloves
The horrible smelly cheese shop
The double shot of apple juice at every meal
Everyone I love
The only thing I don't miss...
Short term loans
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| A destination like no other |
[12 Mar 2005|03:58am] |
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In less than 24 hours I'll be standing on Scottish soil and that is fucking brilliant. The plane ride will inevitably suck but I'm hoping to cut down on the suck factor by burning myself some new CDs, packing a couple of Family Guy and ATHF dvds to help pass the time, sleeping, and doing some reading for primate social psych (this last one has the potential to be very interesting or to cause the crappiness of the flight to increase exponentially depending on whether or not the articles are any good). I'm such a giddy little mess right now at the thought of going back the UK and seeing all my lovely little people. At the same time though I'm already starting to get upset because I know the week isn't going to last long enough. The first time I had to leave I was an absolute wreck so I can't imagine what it will be like to leave again this time. At least last time I left I knew I was going to be back to see everyone again in a few months. But after this trip who knows if I'll be able to make the journey back to my beautiful little town again. Even if I make it back next year (spring break 06 perhaps...) I'm not sure that it would even be the same. For now everything will be just like old times, I'll pick up right where I left off with everyone. But next year I feel like everything would be so different. No one is really going to be living in hall next year so everyone will be scattered about town. Not that St. Andrews is that big of a place, it would certainly be easy to walk around and visit everyone but I wonder I'm sure group dynamics will change when everyone stops living together. All I have to do is reflect back upon what has happened at Emory this year and even at Oxford last year. It sort of seems like with every new year its a new group of friends. Not that I don't still love everyone I hung out with at the beginning of my uni life but I hardly ever get to see any of them or talk to any of them. I hate that I've let so many friends drift away but I feel like I'm usually to busy to do anything about it. I suppose I just need to start making more of an effort. Anyways, I'm quite sure it must be past my bedtime so I'm going to have to get on that now. Here's to dreaming of bagpipes, kilts, and pints.
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| I live with Cousin It |
[11 Mar 2005|02:09am] |
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I swear my suitemate must be a yeti or a woolly mammoth or something. It's ridiculous, she sheds more than everyone else in the world combined! Its so gross. Really, its just gross. How does she manage to get hair on the kitchen floor, the kitchen counter, the bathroom floor, the shower, and the toilet all the time??? I wrote her a couple of notes earlier in the semester about cleaning up the hair in the bathroom and she was sort of doing ok for a little while but now its even worse than ever. I just had to vacuum my bathroom, yup, vacuum it for the second time. We might as well have black shag carpet in our bathroom. I don't step outside my room without shoes on because I feel like I'm walking into some sort of biohazard area. I think I would rather walk into the guys bathrooms at oxford barefoot than into my own bathroom without shoes. Hell, I'd probably rather walk around barefoot in the rhesus monkey rooms...at least with the monkeys I know what sort of diseases I'm likely to catch. Sure, some of them may be deadly, but at least I'd know what I was dying of....
So yeah, anyone want to shave this girl's head for me? I'll give you $10.00. $20 if it doesn't get traced back to me. And while you're at it I'll throw in an extra $50 if you cut out her tongue. Can people still laugh if they don't have tongues? What I need is to just never hear her laugh ever again because it is also frightening. How to describe it. hmmm. Well its loud as fuck and she sounds sort of like a dying seagull. No, a flock of dying seagulls. Thats about as close a description as I can come up with. I know it sounds weird, I mean how in the hell can that be someone's laugh? But it really does kind of sound like that. I just feel like telling her to shut up because nothing, I mean nothing can be that funny. Especially not in her life
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| I miss St. Andrews like I would miss my nose if it were cut off |
[16 Feb 2005|10:20pm] |
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So I've come to the conclusion that the guys at Emory are a bit shite. And theyre all short as hell and very few of them are attractive enough to catch my attention. I swear the average height of Emory guys must be around 5'6 1/2 maaaybe 5'7 if you give the little fuckers the benefit of the doubt. Quite frankly I'm a bit disappointed. At first I thought that maybe I had just been spoiled in Scotland and the boys here only suck because they pale in comparison to the ones in St. Andrews. But after a number of conversations with other disgruntled ladies I've come to realize that we all think they suck at life. So with that said who wants to go check out a UGA party or something? I need to get off this campus pronto. Whether or not I'll be able to do that is another story though....
I applied for a job at the Yerkes Primate Center today. With any luck I'll soon be researching social cognition in rhesus monkeys. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed about that but at the same time I'm almost not because I know I'll be busy as hell if I get the position. I already feel like I never get a moment's rest and I know that doing this research will take up a good bit of my time. And when I said it was a job I didn't mean job in the conventional sense in which you get paid for the work you do...by job I meant the kind that you work your ass off for in exchange for no money at all because I'm pretty sure I'm not eligible to get work study money. But I need the research experience and it would be really interesting research so despite any bitching I might do about it I would be really grateful if I got the position. So yeah, fingers crossed. I should find out early next week.
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| freak out |
[23 Dec 2004|07:31pm] |
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So I'm back in the States now but instead of having a nice relaxing break I have to write three essays and mail them back to Scotland in place of final exams. Two philosophy papers and a history paper. The history paper is the last one do and it shouldn't be too bad, time consuming, but not too bad. The philosophy papers on the other hand are a completely different story. I'm literally freaking out right now about the philosophy stuff. I've been so stressed the past couple of days I can hardly eat and then just now I was just hyperventilating and puked...thats how much I'm freaking out. I know I need to chillax about grades but its hard to do that for me. I don't think I've ever been this worried about a couple of papers before. I just have to keep telling myself that it will probably be fine. I've never actually written a paper that got a horrible grade before so I'm sure my paper will be fine. I just need to relax and get this done. Damn, why do I freak out about grades this much? I'll be fine, just gotta keep telling myself that. The work will be done soon, just gotta push through it.
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| Raisin Weekend |
[27 Nov 2004|11:10am] |
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Last weekend was Raisin Weekend...what a great tradition. Nothing like university encouraged binge drinking to liven up your weekend. Basically the idea of RW is that your academic parents (who are either third or fourth year students) get you completely wasted. Woohoo. Being that St. Andrews kids are hard core drinkers we waste no time on Saturday being sober. Haz and I had to arrive at our Mum's friend, Paula's, flat at 10:00 and we were greated at the door with a glass of champagne each. Hannah (mum) and her friends cooked us crepes for breakfast and gave us each a glass of milk to line our stomaches and we were ready to get to the serious drinking. We played a bunch of games (mainly drinking ones) including a very easy scavenger hunt, russian roullete (a glass with food coloring and some mystery liquid: either water or some large foul shot), pass the parcel, and a game in which we drew a topic out of a hat and then had to talk about it for a minute and a half. My topic was alcohol....a pretty easy topic to talk about combined with the fact that a large chunk of my life in high school was devoted to debate and public speaking meant that I didn't hesitate or pause once during my speech. The boys weren't quite as lucky: their topics were avacados and cacti so they paused a number of times during their speeches and for each time you pause you have to take a shot. Eric was properly fucked up by the end of that game. Highlights of the morning...I flashed some people out the window during one game not realizing that a five year old was staring up at me (oops), changed clothes under a blanket with Simon (he looked like he belonged in a boy band when he was in my clothes), haz asked some guy on the street if she could kiss him for raisin weekend and then when he said 'No' she said 'Tough' and planted one on him. By noon Haz was ill and mum and I had to take her back to hall, read her a story, and put her to sleep in my bed so that I could look after her and Eric was passed out oon Paula's white carpet with a nose bleed. I drank fucking loads but I wasn't really feeling drunk so I just looked after Haz for a few hours. That evening I went to Empire with Alastair to get pizza then Jodi came in tied to two people asking if the guy behind the counter could deep fry a piece or brocoli for her. I was then tied to Jodi and taken back to her mum's flat as part of a scavenger hunt. Apparently I'm a fucking treasure.
That evening was my dad's party at Angus's flat. Laura and I are big fans of Angus...some might say it borders on stalking but all we really want is to put him in our closet and take him out once in a while to look at how beautiful he is. Nothing too exciting happened at the party, just your standard drinking and chillaxin. We headed out to West Port after the party for a few more drinks and more chillaxing. James had a little too much chillaxin though and he passed out on top of my arm.
Monday morning was the best part of Raisin Weekend though. We headed back to Paula's to get our costumes. Hannah and Paula made sheep costumes for us and we painted our faces white (except Haz who was the black sheep of the family and therefore had a black face) and tied balloons all over ourselves. I then met Laura and John at our daddy's flat to pick up our raisin receipt...the coffin he made as part of his halloween costume. The three of us carried our coffin to the quad and chucked it in the dumpsters with all the other reciepts and then went into the quad for the huge fuck off shaving foam fight. SO MUCH FUN!!! Everyone brought two or three cans of shaving foam and hundreds of us just ran around the quad shoving shaving cream in each others faces. I'll have to try and post some pictures from the foam fight so that everyone can appreciate the scale of it. The fight was one of the funnest times of my entire life. Skipping Monday lectures for costumes and foam fights...what more can you ask for? Days like Raisin Monday is what college is all about.
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| Italy |
[24 Nov 2004|12:38pm] |
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Yeah, so I'm a bit late about the Italy update...but I've been pretty busy lately so I wasn't able to sit down and write out my awesome experiences from Italy. But hey better late than never. So for those of you who have been asking about it...
Cameron and I started out in Rome. We saw all the typical stuff, the Colosseum, the Pantheon, the Roman Forum, St. Peters, the Vatican Museum, the Sistine Chapel. We were also lucky enough to get blessed by the Pope on Sunday afternoon. When I say lucky I do mean that it was by shear luck that we got to see the Pope. We didn't realize that the Pope was going to be speaking but when we came out of St. Peters Basillica there was a huge crowd of people in the square and then a minute later the Pope came out and started mumbling things in Latin. The Pope man didn't look like he was doing so well...that man is definately getting up there in age. Being inside of St. Peters was a really moving and powerful experience for me. I ended up just sitting in their for a while thinking about a lot of different things that have been going on in my life and in my head. Later that day we headed to the Colosseum and got a tour of the place. Its a bit unfair that everywhere you go EU citizens get discounts on things and Americans get the shaft and have to pay full price for everything. Cameron rubbed that one in my face quite a lot. As if the British pound wasn't strong enough already the rest of Europe feels the need to give them discounts. I say give me the discount cause the dollar is worth jack shit in the rest of the world. Anyways, fun fact about the Colosseum: women weren't allowed to go to the bathroom inside the place. We were supposed to get a tour of the Roman Forum as well but we lost our tour group. Cam and I wandered around for a little bit looking for them before giving up and deciding that Cameron would act as my tour guide instead. Well apparently we spent a little too much time looking for our tour guide because when we got up to the gates of the forum the woman told us that they had just let the last people inside two minutes ago. Ugh. Its alright though, we just decided to come back the next day a bit earlier. Fun fact (ok, maybe its not actually a fact per se...) about the Roman Forum: the Romans army would put people up on top of the huge fuck off columns in the forum and then use them for rifle practice. Thats just one of many interesting things I learned about ancient Rome thanks to Cam the tourguide. That night we went hopped on a bus and made our way to a bar in Campo de Fiori that had been recommended to us. At one point in the night I was just sitting on my stool, minding my own business, chatting with Cam when he decides that I need to stand up and dance with him. Instead of asking me to stand up though he just tried to give me a little shove so that I would stand up. Well since I had my feet wrapped around the legs of the stool I couldn't catch myself and he just ended up pushing me off the stool flat onto my face. Everyone else around was really concerned about whether or not I was alright but Cam just stood there laughing his ass off. Thanks Cameron, I love you too. Then when we finally left the bar later that night Cam started walking us in the wrong direction and we basically walked off the map of Rome. I think we ended up in the suburbs somewhere or something. All I know is that there weren't any bus routes where we were. Finally after about 3 hours of walking (in heels and with a broken toe) we were able to find a taxi to take us home. What a night.
Monday morning Cam and I were in our hostel room getting ready to leave when we heard a familiar voice outside our door. "Gee," we thought, "that sounds a lot like Caleb. Nooo, it can't be Caleb though." Well sure enough, it was fucking Caleb standing outside our door talking to one of his friends. How random is that, we go to Rome and then one of our friends from hall is standing right outside our door. Caleb being...well...Caleb...regailed us with stories of his Sunday night adventure in Rome. Apparently dear Caleb got completely wrecked and broke into the colosseum Sunday night. He has a habit of climbing things or jumping out of windows when hes drunk so Cam and I really weren't very suprised to hear that he had climbed into the colosseum while he was drunk. The only thing I was suprised by was the fact that he didn't get caught. Hooray for drunk sneaky Caleb. Cam and I tried to go to the Vatican that morning (well around 11:00) and my god I've never seen a queue so long in my life. We got in the back of the line thinking alright, the line is just going to go around this corner here and we should be inside. Wrong. It went around the block. Ok, it will just go around this corner and then we should be inside. Wrong again. The queue went around 5 city blocks. Alright, we're almost there, we can see the entrance, we should be inside in just a minute. Wrong. We were about 20 people from the front of the queue when they closed the Vatican sent everyone away. Apparently the Vatican closes at 12:20 in the afternoon every day. Lazy bastards. We made sure to get up early the next day so we would actually be allowed inside. The rooms in the Vatican Museum were the most ornate things I've ever seen. Raphael did a number of the rooms for the Pope and then of course there was the Sistine Chapel. Wow. Just Wow. I can't really begin to describe how stunning it is to see everything in person, it just has to be experienced first hand.
Cameron and I almost missed our train to Florence which was a wee bit stressful but in the end everything turned out alright. I think Florence was my favorite city to visit, I loved just wandering the streets of Florence. We saw the duomo, the best part about that was climbing to the top of the dome and being able to look out over the entire city. I would have been perfectly content to stay up there for the entire day just chillaxin because it was the most beautiful view I've ever seen. But we didn't have much time in Florence so we jetted off to see Michelangelos David and then the Uffizi, a famous art gallery with a fairly expansive collection of Rennaissance pieces. Cam informed me that he had fallen in love with the Virgin Mary in one of Botticelli's paintings because she was absolutely stunning. I felt bad having to break the news to thim that a relationship with a painting might be a bit one sided and that his love would always go unrequited. Poor guy was crushed. That night Cam, Will (Cam's best friend who came down from Milan to visit us), and I went out to some bar/club. I was quite disappointed in the boys, by sheer virtue of the fact that they were English Cam and Will were pretty much the best looking guys in the bar (Italian guys aren't really all that impressive for the most part and they tend to be a bit sleezy). So basically, what I'm getting at is that Cam and Will could have had any girls in that bar that they wanted but they were too chicken shit to go and talk to the two gorgeous girls that they were eyeing all night. They're usually quite arrogant and self assured so I don't know what went wrong with them in Florence. That night was interesting though, I drank so much. We started off with, of course, loads of wine at dinner. Then when I got to the club I had a number of drinks and let me just tell you something about drinks in Italy, they make em stiff, its fucking great. Anyways, I drank a lot but I never felt as if I was drunk. Its like I skipped straight over the drunk stage and went straight into the I can't remember parts of the night stage. I remember most of the night, but there were a few little bits that I couldn't remember so I was clearly drunk that night I just didn't feel it ever. The next day Cam and I were talking about it and the same thing had happened to him. It's a bit disconcerting, I think my brain has just gotten used to being drunk so it doesn't even register as drunkenness anymore, its just normal. Very scary. I'm not planning on really drinking until its time for me to leave Scotland so hopefully a month off will be enough to drastically reduce my tolerence to alcohol. Anyways, back to Florence talk. As we left the club we met these two Dutch guys who were good friends with Cameron's old Dutch girlfriend from when he lived in Spain over the summer. Fucking weird. But whats fucking weirder is that one of the Dutch guys spent a while living in Gainesville during high school and he went to GHS. What the fuck. How does this random stuff keep happening??? It must be a small world afterall.
Venice was nice, but it wasn't all that exciting all Venice seems to be is canals and churches. The canals are pretty and novel but once you've seen one canal you've kinda seen em all. The same thing applies to the churches in Venice; I like seeing some of the beautiful churches but I'm really only ever up for one church a day. It was kind of cool to see Venice flooded though during high tides. The city would have to put out risers and platforms in the major areas so that people could walk around. It was all pretty amusing at first but then it got a bit tiring to have to stand in a big line waiting to get onto the platforms so that you could shuffle slowly down the street. My favorite part of Venice I think had to be this little park that was on the edge of town and the market that I walked through on the way there. It was away from all the normal touristy areas so it wasn't crowded and the only people around were locals going about their daily routines. Walking up and down the edge of the park by the sea reminded me a lot of Tampa actually. There was just something about the sea that felt just like Tampa Bay. I decided that I haven't visited the relatives in tampa in a long time so when I go back home thats towards the top of my to do list. Right. Well then, thats a quick (or maybe not so quick) synopsis of my Italy trip. I had such an amazing time and I'm really glad that Cam decided to come with me because I don't think I would have had as much fun if I had gone alone like I had originally planned. I definately want to travel somewhere new this summer so whos up for joining me?
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I'm not usually very confused about my emotions but for some reason I'm feeling really conflicted at the moment. I just feel like I'm being torn in different directions about a number of things at the moment. I'm torn about whether I wish I was staying here longer and the sudden waves of homesick I get periodically. I'm also a bit torn about whether I should stay the course of the responsible over-achiever or whether I should just say fuck it, do what you want, have fun, go out, party, don't worry so much. I see that other people aren't doing as much work as I am and I wonder how the hell they manage. Not just how do they manage to get decent grades, but how do they manage to get over that voice inside their head that tells them to fulfill their responsibilites. I guess I'm sort of jealous I feel like I'm getting closer and closer to the line where I'd just toss my responsibilities and my compulsive work ethic aside. While that line is devilishly tempting I find that its incrediably frightening. I already feel like a drunk, I don't want to think about how things would progess if I relaxed my work ethic. I also keep thinking about the doom of the senior honours thesis that is currently looming on the horizon. And I wonder if I even want to bother with it at all. I'm sure I could get by without doing one, I could get into a grad school regardless of whether I graduated with honours or not. But its so unlike me to just shoot for getting by, I've always refused to settle for anything less than the very best. My entire education was supposed to be leading up to getting into the best graduate school and recieving the most prestigious degree possible so that I could any job I wanted to. It seems like a waste to chuck it away. But at this point I don't even know what that job would be or if it would be in psychology or statistics. Its so frustrating not to have a perfectly laid out plan anymore.
Another thing thats been on my mind the past week has been the ever frustrating topic of relationships. Cameron and I had a few conversations about love, dating, and relationships and it just got me thinking about my own experiences and tendencies. I can't figure out why I seem to suck at them so much or why its so difficult to get attached to people. Eh, whatever, I don't really want to get into everything here so nevermind.
On a brighter note, Italy was amazing. I had the most fun while I was there. I'll update about Italy maybe sometime later this week but I'm not sure cause I have a fuck off big essay due on Friday that I'll be working non-stop on. So it might be this weekend. Oh, and this weekend is Raisin Weekend so be prepared to hear some ridiculous drunken stories next Monday.
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I went to Tescos to buy some toothpaste and I came out with a pumpkin instead. Guess I'll have to carve it sometime this weekend, it can be first on my list of Things To Distract Me From My Research About Spartan Women (well actually I guess writing in this would be the first thing thats keeping me from my task, the pumpkin can be number two). I'm going to do my pumpkin up Trogdor style I think. I'm definitely going to bust out one of the stencils on homestarrunner.com and at the moment I'm leaning towards the majestic Trogdor.
EXCITING NEWS FOR ME!!!
In two weeks time I will be in Italy. WOO FUCKING HOO!!! We have an entire week off from school starting November 6th. T he silly university people call it a "reading week." I say boo to reading and hooray for Italy. I'll be booking my flight later this afternoon online. I think the plan is to fly into Venice and then cruise around Italy for about 6 days. I really want to go to San Marino while I'm there too. San Marino is an incredibly tiny country smack dab in the middle of Italy. I don't know why, but from the age of probably about 7 that country has always amused me. I think I'll probably end up doing the whole Italy trip by myself, which is fine by me. I'm going to see if Kim, another girl from Emory, is interested in going but regardless of what she says I think I'll probably still be bound for Italy. Should be interesting given that the extent of my Italian knowledge is "Ciao Bella" because thats what Caroline and Tara said all the time after they got back from Italy. Maybe Caroline will teach me some essential Italian stuff before I go.
Yesterday was Carla's 21st Birthday! Happy Birthday Carla. I woke up early, 8 AM, to call her (2 AM Carla time) because I said I would give her a ring around that time but alas...her damn phone was turned off. Oh well, sorry I missed ya Carla. Hope you had fun. And for those of you who haven't heard or may have forgotten...Carla makes her long awaited return to Florida during winter break. This will officially be the best winter break ever in the history of all of humanity.
We had football practice down on the beach yesterday. It was such a beautiful day and I had been craving a walk on the beach the day before so it was near perfect timing. Craig said that it was a "fitness day." Ha. Yeah right. I was expecting some actual fitness training like oh I dont know sprints or something to that effect. Craig's fitness day would have been the lightest day of practice ever at Oxford. We did a bit more jogging than usual for a warmup. And he had us do a few push ups, some toe raises, a few other little random things, and I think a whole 20 sit ups. The sad part is that everyone else, apart from Mai, seemed to think it was hard. How funny is it that I'm the girl here who is in really good shape when I was one of the out of shape girls back at the OC.
Ok, enough procrastinating. Its time to get back to my essay on Spartan women.
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