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Thursday, November 16th, 2006
1:44 am	yo Dude...i forgot all about this. I was totally in the mood to write,cause...its finals week and I'm stressing up to wazoo. nothing crazy for a college student during finals....but, I realized I have nowhere to write,and then I rememeberd about this...Except...I have to study,so this is it,heh. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 31st, 2006
3:14 pm	Will I ever be moved in? I cant believe I've been at school since late saturday evening. It kinda sucks actually. Except for the previous two nights when I visited some London friends, and yest. we had a delicious putluck. Albeit, I failed at making cheesecake. And I thought..."who cares about the sugar part?" But aside from that it's so boring. Of course it will def. pick up once classes actually start, but then it'll suck even more 'cause I hate doing work. I guess I'm just one of those rare people who pretends she fucking knows what is going on in the world but when it comes to learning about it doesn't want any part in it. Well, that's not 100 percent true. I do like learning about the world. Like from friends, family, and even professionals, just not in a professional or educational environment. There are so many cool things to explore in this world but who ever thought up the idea of trying to explore in a building was on crack or something. We should be out in the real world; testing out jobs, activities, and so on. I learned more in New York in 10 wks then I ever learned taking three years of photo classes. Ok thanks tangent, go away now....as for it sucking this week here. Well, my apt is okay and all but im always comparing it 'cause the houses I've seen so far are soooo much cooler than my apt. They have porches, are in good locations, and even though the people living in these places are all moved in, I just know I'll never make my place as homey as theirs. Maybe I'm a homewrecker,thats what it is. Girls keep your homes and your spouses far far away. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 8th, 2006
9:45 pm	Real Life It's beyond me how anyone these days can have a job in the real world. It just doesnt seem possible after this summer. It could just be because I've had a bad day that I feel living life this way for the rest of my life would be horrendous, but I really think having a job would be the end of the world. I love my photag boss, he's the sweetest thing. He's in Bermuda right now vacationing, and yet still calls to finish up projects we're working on. I love his German accent, I cant always undertstand him, but it sounds sexy (in a non creepy way). But I could never be like him. When I go on vacation, I want to be 100 percent there, not calling my office to do work,or whatever. But anyways, my other "boss" was driving me nuts today. Today she totally mimicked the fashion editor from the book/movie the Devil Wears Prada. I may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but she doesnt have to get an attitude if she has to explain something to me more than once. Or give me dirty looks because I didn't fully comprehend something from the beg. and instead of asking questions I let it go a little to far. So that when I do actually ask her a question she's all irritated. Well whatever, bosses can't always be as cool as their employees cause then there wouldnt be any employees to take over their sorry butts' places.
Tuesday, July 11th, 2006
9:35 pm	egad so I'm in jersey now. I may suffocate myself, I may not. It's hard to say just yet because my tolerance level has definitely gone up in the last couple months. Its weird how living with people can make you appreciate what you have, or make you even more jealous. In my case, I am sad to be leaving behind a family in Brookyln that was mostly laid back and only ever asked of me to call when I would be late or sleeping somewhere else. I totally appreciate the place I am staying at now in jersey, but not only will I be paying an extra 60-100 this month to take the bus over the GWB, but it's like being in junior high again. I miss living in a dorm and not having someone tell me to eat every 5 minutes. The family is tres nice, but I would go crazy living here all year. And I am totally jonesing to hear the new Killers song, but am not allowed to download stuff here. Oh well....anyways, yesterday a new intern started working with us. Her name's Dominique, and she actually worked there last summer. None of us realized there would be someone else working, but I guess that's Martin for ya. Uber spontaneous. I will be coming home with big muscles this summer. I just thought you'd all like to know. Walking around the city with a freaking power pack can do that to you. And I am tres paranoid that I scratched it up cause this morning Markian asked if the scratches on the pack were there when I picked it up. I couldn't imagine I would hit it hard enough against the subway that it would leave such marks. Hm...maybe it was when I through it down the escalator in Virgin Megastore. Only kidding...only I wish I had. And speaking of Markian. Kasia and Lisa found out today that Markian intimidates me. Then we had a conversation about how I am not assertive enough(my words) and how he scares me, and how I took a drama class that didnt work. Fun class. But anyways, as much as I enjoy telling my coworkers about my life, not sure it was the smartest thing to do. I need recommendations and referals after the internship, not people who know I am afraid of mildly good looking photographers. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, July 7th, 2006
10:57 pm	Philly Cheese Steak So I didnt think it would happen. But I'm officially in familiar territory..sorta. My parents are coming up to philly tomorrow to see my sister and so my relatives drove me to my sisters so we could all meet. And a few days ago my grandma fell and fractured her arm so up until yesterday afternoon we werent sure my parents would still leave. But my grandmas strong so shell be ok. And my parents are still coming. So here I am. And dude, I am singing celine freaking dion. That's when you know you are comfortable in a place. When you can sing corny super cheesy 90's music. And i dont even like celine dion. (except of course the up close and personal song). And even though my sisters husband says "we didn't start the fire" sucks I still loved singing that too. Go billy Joel. Anyways, I'm Happy to be Happy again. I havnt laughed a lot in a while. And even though my sister is crazy I missed her and she's always fun to laugh with. So..Be back in Brooklyn soon. Oh actually..moving to Jersey on monday. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 2nd, 2006
9:21 pm	fourth of july weekend so about the work party,didnt go cause it started raining. but i did end up having fun. all the kids came back with the adults to the house and eventually i started interacting with them. i am totally a kid. not only do i look like one (they thought i was 15) but i enjoy their company more than with adults. i tried to have intelligent conversations with the adults who came, and i did, but we always ran out of things to say. or it just didnt interest me as much. i dunno. with the kids, we played basketball, in the rain, talked about boys with a sophomore comedian, and it was so much more fun. and the last week i've been thinking a about a 13 year old in ways i shouldnt be. not sexually, just, romantically. I can almost (almost!!!!!) see where pedophiles are coming from. I didnt go that far, or even close, but its so easy to flirt with people who are younger, because they've still got that innocence about life, old enough to actually like girls , but also not old enough to be into all that highschool drama. yeah, im a dork. but anyways, the other night i went to a comedy club called dangerfields with my cousin masha. there were 4 comedians. 3 out of the 4 were good. and the last one was a latin man who started hitting on my cuz in the audience. and my cousin is a new yorker, not one to sit back and take things. so she's taking back to him, saying she didnt think he was her type, and that he was too old. and so im like..." i dont think youre too old......i actually like 40 year olds." And if you know me you might be thinking, "is she thinking what im thinking??" oh yes, probably. So i said..."im in love with a 40 something year old. his name is Johnny depp!" and thats when the latin man decided to start making fun of me for liking a "girly boy." well being the funny girl that i am. (or i could just be plain stupid) i started talking back to the man in a ridiculous baby voice. yeah.weirdo. and afterwards i went back to jersey to spend the night at masha's. and we went to the beach in the morning. omg, the water was actually warm. but prolly cause it was a man-made lake. what the heck is up with this summer. how can the ocean still be soo freaking cold???? in july???!!! oh and before the comedy club, at work,it was monika's last day at work,so martin brought out alchi. an oversized bottle of champagne that got most of us drunk. fun times. but i am sad to not be in cleveland this year for the fourth of july. hope everyone has a good one!!! (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 24th, 2006
3:08 pm	alright now... bowling party? check. fun? not so much. left early? si. any reason to stay for the party afterwards? maybe the two women who smiled at me, maybe the sorta cute kid. oh wait, he's only 12. nevermind. reasons to go to lisa's party: cons hour (plus?) train ride dont know exactly how to get there wont know anyone except for monika and joanna,will likely be very uncomfortable again pros need to leave the house maybe I should do what was planned originally and go shopping..... (Comment on this)
11:21 am	ok finally..and what goes on the studio Monika is the other intern, she's 26 and german, talks to Martin (the photographer) in german all the time. Markian is the photo assistant. Apparantly he interned for david lachapelle before coming to Martin's studio. He just married the scanner, Joanna,who is tres tres nice, and pretty. They're both from canada, actually markian's parents are ukranian which is ironic. And unfortunately, I think he is attractive, which kinda gets in the way of my learning.... Kasia is the retoucher. She looks way younger than her 30 years, and is way cool. After watching her retouch Anna Netrebko(a russian opera singer, famous in europe) recently, Ive offically realized just how insane the world is about retouching. Anna is gorgeous, and yet, Kasia took out her wrinkles, smoothed her armpits, its insane!! nobody is perfect. You got that people?? Every single person in mags, and videos, and tv, is retouched!! Although Kasia did say the least retouching she ever did was to Jlo's face. But, she compensated with other parts of her body(wink wink) Lisa is the studio manager/producer. She's my boss basically(behind martin) and when im not at shoots (which is every single day except for one) I do business work for her, scanning images, invoices, secretary crap, making calls, doing orders,inventory,bla bla bla! Crap. and tonight i may be going to lisa's open house. i dont even know what that is to tell you the truth. and yet, my relative, danny, turned 10 last week, and today hes having a party at the bowling alley(hes very much the enthusiast) but afterwards adults are coming over! yay adults! i dont know if maybe i should just stay, and yet i wanna get to know my co workers at the open house. blah, i wish i didnt have to travel so far to get there... (Comment on this)
Monday, June 19th, 2006
10:17 pm	P.S I'll tell you who all the people are tomorrow. (Comment on this)
10:15 pm	This calls for a toast.... ...if only I had something to toast with. I thought this might be warranted an entry in the journal: Today I helped and participated in my very first professional photo shoot. It was at the Waldorf Astoria kiddies, actually, there were special elevators that only went from the 28th floor on up, and that section was called the Waldorf Towers. I know this because at one point I decided to go to the first floor for a long overdue bathroom break 'cause the one on the 29th (where we were staying) had "closet doors." (and actually the bathroom was closed, forcing me to retreat to the third floor, and then go up the wrong elevators..thus my totally interesting story! Anyhoo, we got there at 12pm (by way of a van packed to the rim with equipment and 4 people). While trying to push a large cart through the frieght hallway I dragged my knuckles between the wall and crate. Delightful. Then we set up the shoot in the hotel room, I coulda got lost in there. It was like an apt. We set up three different settings. I really didnt do much except set up and tape extention cords all over the place and listen attentively as Markian explained things to me and ALex, the other intern (there for only two wks). Martin and Monika arrived after we set most everything up. I became someone comparable to the assistant in the book The Devil Wears Prada. I took everyones lunch order, and with Kim's (the producer from Blondie) credit card, was off to retrieve the food at Au Bon Pain around the corner. It really is true that New Yorkers are nice people. Even though I was prolly such a pain with the long ass order, the people working there were patient and helpful. Of course I forgot Markian's salad. Then later I was sent for butterfly bandages at Duane Reade (think: CVS, Walgreens, Right aid, and yet they have all three too). (btw, right aid does not fit in the category of nice people!) When I got back it was about 3:30. Our client, Mark Messier, is a pro hockey player who retired two years ago. He was 6.2, bald, and in good shape. With his affectionate smile and husky voice, he totally reminded me of Mr. Clean. We should have traded in his hockey stick prop for a mop. Its weird how a shoot that taked hours to set up can be over in just half an hour. There's so much work that goes into the entire process, and really not too much in the act of taking photos, itself. After the shoot I was in charge of taking the negatives in a bucket of chemicals to the Chelsea B/W. I took a taxi(by myself!) and made a new friend(who loved talking,and forgot my receipt) Then after finally dropping off something else at the studio I got home at 8. Quite a hectic day, but I liked it nonetheless. Sidenote:It is freaking hot and raining. Peace out. (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 17th, 2006
2:48 pm	Oh Im so looking forward to Athens admistrators again... Evidently there is a hold on my O.U account and they didn't decide to tell me untill 11pm yesterday night. Therefore, I cannot get my grades until the hold is removed. What you may ask is the hold? I dont know, seeing as though I HAVNT BEEN IN ATHENS FOR 3 MONTHS and they just decided to tell me this the day I was supposed to get my grades! (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 10th, 2006
11:28 pm	The beginning after the end So I'm back in the States. It's so weird. I've been here since Sunday, and all week crazy ideas and stories that I could write cool journalistic columns about, have been popping into my head. Of course, without paper and pencil the ideas slip away, and I never remember what the heck was going on in my brain. A mental recorder would be nice. I'm in New York by the way. Far from the new love of my life: London. I don't think I ever wrote about my happenings in Paris, but maybe one night I'll get the urge. It's soooo weird living in New York. Just as I compared Paris to London, I can't stop doing it here either. And yeah, some things are for the better, but I really miss that freaking place. The buildings here are tall, but one would never mistake his or her surroundings for a Sicilian avenue, or Parisian Cafe. There's no European "feel." And it blows my mind because just two years ago, when I visited N.Y with S.P.I club at O.U, I wanted to LIVE HERE!! Walking through Times Square blew my mind, but walking down Oxford St, Regents, Picadilly,etc...in London was a hundred times better. I guess they all have their perks. And I havnt been to Times Sq. again yet, so maybe it will still seem as special as it did the first time. I dunno, I guess I'm just going through reverse culture shock or something. We were reading about it somewhere near the end of our trip. And it totally made sense. We've been away from "our home" for what seems like forever, and obviously things have changed. Athens has changed. Ohio's changed, New York, the people we left behind, and evidently...us. I finally made it to a large supermarket today to do some food shopping, and I saw brands I hadn't seen in months. I freaking missed my Stony Field Farm yogurt, and Silk Soy milk. Normal oatmeal! But after noticing the 1 dollar (at least) each yogurt, I started to miss the organic 1 pound 15 yogurt I learned to like in London. Its weird how I grew accustomed to different foods even though at first they seemed so unfamiliar. I was never a Jiffy fan, so missing out on brand name peanut butter wasnt that bad, although theirs did taste funny at first. I was reading a facebook profile from someone from the program, and she had all the same phrases in her profile that she spoke in her regular dialect. As I was reading them I could picture her standing there, saying the words, with the same tone of voice, same accent, she would normally use. And with 7 girls sharing a kitchen and living room it was easy to start repeating the same words and mannerisms. I really miss all that little stuff. Walking past the British Museum almost everyday, going to the FSU study lab to use the computers, breathing in the freaking (dirty) London air. It always seemed so fresh, and country-ish even though we lived in the city, and blowing ones nose produced tiny black particles. I could probably talk about London forever now that I've started, but I originally started this account not as a journal, but to tell everyone what the heck was going on across the ocean. And even though I'm back,sorta, I'll continue to write, cause theres probably gonna be more craziness happening this summer, and its hard to keep in touch with everyone, which(or who) by the way I totally miss. And although it sounds to me like I dont care about my past life in ohio, I totally do still remember everyone and everything. Oh that reminds me, I forgot all about my fish, Goblet. She better still be alive. Anyways, I miss all you guys tremendously, and hope everyone finished off classes well, and is having a lovely summer so far. So....bonsoir for now, and I'll be back... (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, May 15th, 2006
6:06 pm	seeing things Today I saw a younger looking GORGEOUS Leonardo Dicaprio look-alike. I spent a while debating whether his accent was real. It's weird cause back in Athens I see a lot of people who look like friends from back home, yet in London we're always seeing people who look like celebs. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 12th, 2006
11:36 pm	one flew over the cuckoos nest After being stuck next to two gay men,one of whom was constantly massaging the others body, and later walking by an outside club called C'est ici, where a large, laaarge conglomerate of uber hot men-and maybe one girl-were schmoozing outside, you'd think I would have enough of the "Gay man". Actually, especially since I could do without that argentinian gay man in my program (who thinks hes a professor?) Despite that...I definitely have not had enough. They can dance, well. Most(?) are good looking. and...they can dance, well. Yeah I dont know what else theyre good for.But seriously, those men outside C'est Ici were gorgeous. In fact, I did a TRIPLE take of this one guy at the beginning of the group. Before I realized they were probably not into,girls. And this guy, he looked like a mix Mark Hoppus of Blink 182 and Sam Rapoport from highschool. And I still see him in my mind. I hate when that happens. When you just can't get someone out of your mind. And Im not talking a boyfriend,or girlfriend,love interest,or whatever. Just that feeling when you feel you really really should have made a move because youll never see that person again and that person was so,something. I dont know how to explain it. Except that it reminds me of that time I saw the Christian Bale look-alike in the passenger seat of a truck at BP when we were doing our mentorships senior year. Some of you may remember that cause I lamented over it for quite some time. But anyways, I still see "christian's" face and I wish I had said something to the guy staring at me from the truck. HAHA, oh man. Im not talking love at first sight or anything peeps, just, regret,i guess. and I didnt tell anyone this but I totally experienced it at the beginning of the year in the library while walking out. Some guy stared right at me. Totally my type, but what chya gonna do. Anyhooooo, Today, I flew back and forth around leicester square looking for tix to see Who's Afriad of Virginia Woolf. Finally settling on the nosebleeds. And peeps, these were literally nosebleeds. Actually, more like CANT SEE seats. It was the 3rd last row, and everytime someone moved, everyone could hear the seats creaking. It was such a horribly designed theatre. Plus they didnt lift up the curtain all the way so we couldnt see anything when they walked to the back of the stage. Luckily I was feeling sneaky, and snuck into a lower level box seat. Someone came in my box who was from the top too. It was still really hard to see anything unless we stood or the actors stayed to one side of the stage, but at least I had a nice English women to talk about the play with. P.S Kathleen turner was Martha. Such an uber goddess. P.P.S not the greatest story line. Can someone message me what the heck the end of the play meant with the son? Tres confused. Yesterday I went to the opera. It was called La Belle Helen. I def. recommend it. It was a comedy, and they def. made it even more of a farce. With a half naked hottie named Paris, singing tourists, flight attendents, greek kings with dreads, and modernized singing where they talk about Orlando Bloom, you just can't go wrong. I also went into the box seats there, but it was such a great view. I felt like I was in pretty women, minus the crying and binoculars Kat and I walked out after everyone only to hear everyone had just seen Christian Slater walk by. He's in a theatre right around the corner from the opera place. I seem to miss everyone important?! Later that night we heard some other kids saw Geoffrey Rush, earlier this week Billy Zane walked by a nearby street from our flats, and a few weeks ago some other people sat in the same row as Rider freaking Strong from boy meets world when they went to see My name is Rachel Corrie. Well whatever, theres all summer I guess. And now, I get to do my homework at 12:06 in the morning. Yay! (Comment on this)
Monday, May 8th, 2006
2:32 pm	Stonehedge Yesterday I got up bright ad early for a day trip to STONEHEDGE! Only we werent really planning on spending an entire day there. Normally, people who have gone, say its really only a trip made for a few hours. Kat and I, and two girls from flat C must be special cause we spent an entire DAY there. The train tracks were being repaired somewhere along salisbury so we had to get of the train at Woking and take a bus to Andover, then get back on a train to Salisbury. From there we took a short bus to see Stonehedge. If you ever go,make sure to take the guided tour bus. Only a few more pounds and you get so much more out of it. Otherwise I'd be wondering where the stone came from!! LOL, actually the tour guide told us about some guy(she didnt say his name) who was a best friend-turned-traitor to Kind Henry or someone, and the King chopped of his head in a building where they now have a shop called Debenhams. Now Salisbury is said to be haunted. The alarms are tripped inside the building twice a year around the same time he was beheaded. But not the outside alarms, the inside ones....spooooky..... The blocks...I mean stones were interesting. I wish we could have gotten closer tho, but you need to go early in the morning or late at night and call in beforehand. It was still cool tho. Pix will be posted on snapfish,and maybe on LJ once I figure out how to do it. (Comment on this)
Saturday, May 6th, 2006
4:33 pm	I forgot about you.... I thought I wrote about last week in here, but I got it mixed up with my real journal. It's been such a crazy week, so... Last weekend we went to Oxford for the day. It was really cool. I'll be uploading pix sometime soon,hopefully. It reminded me of being in Athens 'cause of the small town feeling. The streets were narrow and the buildings wide and tall. Very old fashioned looking. (I'd hope so, being one of the oldest colleges, I think) There was a once-castle thing turned into a jail. Its gotta be nice to be in jail there. Or maybe its really damp and smelly. And there was this GINORMOUS hill, steeper than the Magnum roller coaster, but youre not allowed to climb it. The next day I went to Notting Hill. I wish I had seen the movie beforehand so I could have visited all the places Hugh Grant went. Its sorta close by tube so I might go again. Notting Hill is home to Portabello market, a huge antique market, that spans about a mile or so. Interesting stuff there... And the next day was Beethoven's 1st and 9th symphony's. It was performed by the London symphony. Tres cool. The 9th was way awesomer than the 1st cause there's the ode to joy part. Its ode to joy like youve never heard it. With a a massive choir,soloists,a stage full of instruments. The cellos were seriously rockin that night. "Ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta taaa ta taaa" And monday..oh just another manic monday.except not...we saw Mary Poppins. MUCHO awesome. Seriously, for supercalifragilous they made up a new dance where they looked like cheerleaders on crack, making hand signs for every letter. There was a new character(among others) named Georgina, who gave out "words" disguised as candy. She was retro cool,with a sweet latin accent. And Bert looked more and more like the original everytime I saw him. He and his fellow chimneysweepers performed a great tap dance number toward the end. And lets seeeeee....I dunno, the rest of this week was crappy. Didnt do much but work on papers. I think we saw another play called royal hunt of the sun which sucked ass. It was about portugal trying to steal gold from the indians. I think there was an underlying message I failed to see. Clare said it reminded her of Pocahontas, so I kinda think it was like Pocahontas meets stupid. I seriously cannot rem. what I did thursday. Ive been trying to rem all day. But yesterday night we went to something at a museum called Visual Noise,or Noise of Aart,something like that. It was mostly just people experimenting with noise.we put on headphones and waved our hand in front of a screen and you could see sounds waves moving.Then we went to a pub called Oneals and I danced with a small asian dude,who dance like he was 20 but looked 45ish. I finally let him buy me a drink,which caused me to couch uncontrollably(i got sick..again) and had to leave. sucks too, cause there were lots of handsome OLDER men there....off to another London symphony thing..ta ta for now. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 27th, 2006
9:09 pm	Che che che che che, che check it out! So I'd been hearing all this great stuff about an exhibit at the tate britain called Gothic Nightmares. With a name like that you've gotta think its gonna be sweet. I was thinking scary,nightmares,horror. So we checked it out today,but woe is me for it was too PG for my taste. Aand the main pic the museum uses to advertise is cool, but there wasnt anything inside like the main pic. Its mostly stuff by henry fuseli and william blake. lots of erotic stuff. not enough if you ask me though.heh... heres a link to see for yourself. http://www.tate.org.uk/britain/exhibitions/gothicnightmares/ Then we went to a lecture by a guy named Peter Hall. He's supposedly a famous director(Ive never heard of) He was the first to do waiting for godot in the theatre, so thats mostly what he talked about. It did help me to understand the play we saw earlier just a teeeeny tiny bit better. Tthank goodness he had a bit of a sense of humour,tho. And he put a good one in for the girls. Said women would probably not play any of the parts of Godot anytime soon 'cause we women are too smart to sit and wait by a tree day after day after day. smart man. Heading to Oxford tomorrow. More news to ensue. Peace. (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 23rd, 2006
5:40 pm	Downtown...things'll be better, when your... Saturday I took the Liz photo exhibit tour. No,it doesn't actually exist. But yes, there really were places that I went. I maped out an entire course to take. I went down oxford(got lost in the side streets, as usual). Getty's Images was sweet. There was a guy named...something Brunell. He was supposedly one of the best engineers and made all these awesome bridges, so there were really great pix taken of them there. Then I went to a street off regent(not that you even know where any of these places are..this is incase I ever want to go back and can't rem. where I went) It took me forever to find the second exhibit but I saw lots of sweet designer stores, like Stella, viviene westwood, etc. My head was exploding with excitement. Not that I could ever buy anything in one of those places. When I finally found the place,Sketch, it was a restaurant, and I'm like..."uh...is there a gallery here?" It ended up being all the way in the back, and inside there were great big white couches. Comfy, but I didn't understand if they were actually part of the show. And it wasnt even a photo thing, it was an installation, with pictures being projected on walls. I sat there (alone) while a large catapillar crawled on the wall. It was kinda neat when I I was surrounded by an entire room of blades of grass. I felt...small. My last stop was in the photagraphers gallery. its the oldest photo gallery in england(or london, dont rem.)the exhibit was weird, the guy being exhibited holds the BORSE prize. The shop inside had every kind of plastic camera imaginable;lomos. Overall, I was very proud that I could find my way through town with only a paper map printed from the internet. I did of course buy a book of maps from Stanfords, the largest map store. A very stellar place indeed. p.s I dont even know if there is a downtown. Maybe its The City district... (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 21st, 2006
11:16 pm	If youre happy and you know it....go to sleep Everytime I do something amazing I make a mental note to type it in livejournal. I've yet to remember a single mental note. I seriously forget everything about everything unless it's something I want to rant about, and since I just did that on aim I feel much better now. Plus no one wants to hear me complain. So... Maybe I cant remember because its 11:30 at night and I'm doing something I shouldn't be doing in London (i.e sitting in a computer lab) I saw a play called Waiting for Godot this week. It was...interesting. All they did was wait. Plenty of people like to wait. In fact, my friends and I do that all the time. And talk, and sing and dance. Why Beckett decided to write a play about that I dont know. I suppose there was a deeper meaning, such as..life will pass you by if all you do is wait, so don't forget to bring rope next time so you can hang yourself from the tree. Makes sense. I was rereading a friend's message on facebook and it toally hit me. I'm not taking advantage of everything here. Obviously I can't do everything, but I can do what I want to do. She said I should be thankful for being here everyday. And of course its true. It beautiful when its not raining, its Times Square times a hundred (and not as dirty;they seriously have men cleaning the streets 24/7) My slogan yesterday was "for fast acting relief,slow down". And although my permanant motto is "Dance like you mean it," I am now going to wake up with a smile on my face(its hard to forget all the bad stuff happening). And be happy that I am here. And I think anyone can use this info,no matter where you are. Just to be happy with what you have. Cause what you have leads to something wayyyy better. Just to look forward to the future by taking advantage of the present. Ok so I really dont have a new motto. Just a new way of looking at life, I guess....Oh crap my journal is turning into a real journal. Sorry, I am going to keep this more informational next time. p.s I just remembered what I did yesterday. We played Telephone with a tourguide in the British Library, and were treated as small children.yipee!! (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 18th, 2006
11:38 am	Lost In London My time spent here is pretty much the same. Sleep away the morning. Go to the FSU library to check my e-mails, and do facebook stuff. But the last two days have been kinda nice. I decided to start walking around London by myself. One day I got lost in Soho, which is this nice little area full of expensive stores, age-old monuments, and tiny streets that look like you've stepped into little Italy. It was nice cause I found getty's images,which I never would have found had I taken a main street. It's really weird cause London is nothing like I imagined. I was picturing all the big places; the ones you only see in movies set in London. Like when was watched What a Girl Wants one weekend (what? it was a long weekend!). They showed big ben, Westminster Abby, etc... But when I go exploring it feels like I'm in the other parts of europe, like Italy and France. Yesterday I saw pattiseries, small gardens, and most of the people walking around were actually British. It's rare 'cause if you walk on the main streets it is sooo diverse you don't hear any english. Only every other language imaginable. Anyways, I ended up in covent garden, a tiny market. It must have been 'cause of the bank holdiay, but there were funny street perfomers, one of whom almost pulled his shorts down because he couldnt get himself out of his locks and chains in the time alloted. I really love that everything is so close. Or at least (less than a few hours) walking distance. I just wish I could make myself get out more often. (1 Comment |Comment on this)