Waterloo Sunset At Last

I'm done. And no not in the "I can't put up with this anymore" way. I've felt that way for awhile now actually. No, I mean I'm officially and finally done with all of my classes. The last two days were incredibly stressful (and not just because I had to write two papers that were due on the same day). The past week in fact has been incredibly stressful because of the three papers I had to write. And then there was birthday. So let's start there and move forward.

Birthday!
I haven't really done anything special for my birthday for the past couple of years because school lets out a week before my birthday and so all of the people I would invite to a birthday party are in other states. That and I'm not use to really having birthday parties for people outside my family. You could say I'm out of practice. But since I don't really have a lot of family over here I decided that I would take my only friend here out for pizza. Amanda and I shared a pepperoni pizza at the place my Mom and I found near Holborn and I had a nice glass of red wine with it. We talked about how weird it was to think that our time in London was almost over and wondering what the heck we are going to do with all the stuff we're not bringing home with us (Oxfam!). It was really nice all in all. Then I went home and opened some really lovely pressies. I got two QI DVDs from my Dad's parents, a CD of accordion music from my Mom's older sister, and a lot of other really nice things (books, more DVDs and a blouse to be specific.) I talked to my Mom and Dad on the phone and then I talked to my sister on her cellphone. It was, all in all, a much better birthday than I was expecting.

Papers
Then the paper writing started. Actually it was more like, I spent a day "researching" and then on Wednesday and Thursday I wrote papers. I had spent Monday morning finishing my marketing paper even though it wasn't due until Wednesday because I wanted as much time to focus on my other two papers as possible. I spent most of Wednesday writing my law paper and then most of Thursday writing my incredibly crappy and awful Art and Society paper. I really didn't like that paper. The law paper was better though largely because I felt more secure in what I was doing. The marketing paper was not brilliant, but passable and that's all I care about with that class. It was a huge relief to get them done though. I had spicy beef pho for dinner with a beer and strawberry with "fresh" basil sorbet for dessert which was even nicer than getting the papers done.

Friday
For my birthday my Mom's parents gave me a considerable amount of money. I felt very fortunate to have such nice grandparents and decided that on Friday I would spend it on a nice shirt/sweater combo at White Stuff, my new favourite place to buy clothing. So after a relaxing morning (sort of) I went to Spitalfields, had lunch at Crepe Affair (my favourite crepe place in the whole world outside of Paris) and went to White Stuff. I got a cute orange shirt and a striped blue/light green sweater to go with. I felt very pleased with purchases and with some time to spare I wandered around the stalls before finding a stall that sold really cute mens cardigans. I proceeded to purchase one even though it just about emptied me out. Then, in my big plan for the day, I went and saw a movie. The movie, highly recommended by Time Out, was La Danse and was about the Paris Opera Ballet. As I told my Mom it was more a visual stream of consciousness than a documentary with a story to tell (or at least a story in the traditional sense.) It was a beautiful and fascinating movie and I'm very pleased I didn't chicken out on seeing it.

Winchester, Salisbury, Waterloo
I wanted to go to Solsbury Hill. It turns out Solsbury Hill is nowhere near Salisbury is nowhere near Solsbury Hill, despite the fact that when spoken they basically sound the same. However I did see two more cathedrals (Winchester and Salisbury) and got spend some more quality time on trains looking out at the British country side. There's something inherently peaceful about the country side that I appreciate deeply. The cathedrals themselves reminded me of many of the other cathedrals I've seen, though Winchester was less impressive than Salisbury (and none of them compare to Canterbury.) The weather was off and on, though there was no real rain, which was good since I forgot my umbrella. After making my way back to Waterloo station I decided to take advantage of the nice weather in London and take pictures from Waterloo Bridge while listening to "Waterloo Sunset" by the Kinks. This has been a goal of mine basically since I got here so getting to do that, while dorky, was fulfilling. Then I went home in a tranquil state and watched the second to last episode (ever) of Ashes to Ashes on the BBC iPlayer. I'm going to miss that piece of software after I leave this country. It's so legal.

So that's it for me. I've got two more weeks in the UK and on my itinerary I've got Penzance (where hopefully there will be no pirates), Brighton, Dover, the Eye, the Imperial Museum, and some quality time in Hyde Park. It's not particularly ambitious but I do have to pack at some point. Also, next week I'm seeing Miike Snow and the LSO perform Mozart's Requiem. And hopefully getting a haircut at some point. Until next time, don't panic

I Don't Like This Paper

I can't decide whether I work better in the library or in my room. I've written the majority of my papers this semester in my room, but I've also written a couple in the library and I can't figure out if I concentrate better in my room or in the library. Sure, there are technically less distraction in the library and so I probably finish the papers quicker in the library than in my room. However I feel more relaxed in my room which I think makes my writing more coherent and just better overall. Granted I also think that my attention span is better when I actually care even an iota about what I'm writing about. For instance, I don't really care about portraiture and yet here I am writing a paper about portraiture and how it reflect society. I'm almost certain that even with a lengthy introduction and conclusion I'm not going to reach the target number of words, even a modified version of the target number of words. But I just don't care anymore. I want these classes to be over and I want this experience to be over. I want to go home. But I can't go home until these papers are done and that means I have to write about something I could care less about. At least with the law paper I actually cared a little bit. With this paper I don't even give a damn. If it were up to me, I wouldn't write it at all. But I know I must and I've grown up enough to realize that avoiding isn't the best way to deal with things I don't like. So here I am, writing a paper I don't want to write in a country that I would like to leave as soon as possible. Well either leave the country or move to another part of the city, one that's less annoying and loud.
Really though, I just don't want to write this paper whatsoever.

I Completely Forgot You Where Here

While in London I've done a good amount of solo dining. Taking into account that I don't eat out every night and that I've been to a number of the same restaurants more than once, I've been to a good number of restaurants in a variety of locals throughout the city. Solo dining however is not the easiest. Dining in London, in general, is not a quick affair due largely to the entire waiting service of the city being very well trained in the art of not looking at their costumers. With a larger group, or a small group with one particularly vocal member, is more likely to get attention than a small group with no vocal members. It's even worse for someone dining by themselves. However, despite the above description, I haven't had that bad a time in my dining experiences. I believe this is in part because I go to restaurants of a high-ish caliber and I tend to frequent restaurants that are short on space and therefore paying attention to me means getting a table free quickly for two people who will spend more than I ever could. For the most part I've enjoyed my dining experiences both in London and throughout the UK. Last night though I hit rock bottom at a restaurant recommended, oddly enough, by Zagat. I was effectively ignored for the entire time and my original waiter, who went off shift after placing my order, admitted that he had forgotten I was there. The risotto I had was undercooked and a bit bland to be honest. However the pinot grigio I had was lovely. Last night though, in my mind, was the bottom of the barrel in terms of London restaurant service. As I stated, I've mostly been pleased with the service I've received and the food I've eaten while in London. But for anyone who's has plans to eat in London, even if it's with other people, be aware of how the service works here. It's nothing like in the US and can take a while to get use to, but is ultimately worthwhile. London may not have the best food in the world, but it does pretty damn well and whole lot better than people give it credit. Granted, I'm not talking about English food. That's a whole other story.

Fuzzy Brain

Edit: I didn't get the internship at Sirius XM. Still, at least I got to the interview part and the whole process was quick like ripping off a band-aid which is better than with NPR. And I still have WPFW to return to, so it's not like I'm at a loss for things to do. Better luck next time I say.

If you've been reading this blog for more than a year, you probably know the following facts about me:

• I'm an anglophile
• I've had a minor obsession with a number of male singers
• QI is my number one lifeline

Another leading fact about me is that I don't really pay attention to politics. I'm aware of what's going on around the world because my parents wouldn't let me be that ignorant, but I don't read a newspaper every day, watch a news program (except during the summer when I can't help it), or listen to news radio. However, the British recently held an election, one that was really hard to ignore even for me. The result of the election was a hung parliament which means that there's still a chance that the Cyborgs* could come into power and do severe damage to a fragile country. As I mentioned at the beginning of this ramble, I don't really care about politics. It's depressing, even though it's getting slightly less so in the US, but not much. However, I really like the UK and I don't want to have to ban myself from it because of this election (which is what will happen if the Cyborgs get power). This was meant to be more coherent, but this is what happens when my brain stops focusing, which it hasn't been doing for awhile now.
In other news I'm in love with Glee and Kurt. He's so wonderful and the show is so ridiculous sometimes, it's like critically lauded crack. It fills the gap that Gossip Girl use to fill but since that show has sadly gone to seed and so I'm glad I have back up now. Again, this was meant to be longer and more coherent, but my brain seriously can't focus, though it doesn't have to do with Glee. That show just makes me giddy, not unfocused.
That's it really. I have PEO and Macbeth tomorrow and then it's the epic paper writing spree of 2010. Also my birthday on Monday which means I get to open all the packages that have been accumulating. So until next time, don't panic.

*The conservatives. Cameron doesn't look human to me, so I've labeled the whole party cyborgs. It's not mature, but they aren't my politicians.

Interview, Julian Barret, Brian May

I just* finished my first real interview ever. It was for an internship with Sirius XM in their music programming department. In case you've ever wondered, the biggest surprise about me is not that I'm obsessed with Glee but that I like sci-fi (like Star Trek and Star Wars). :hits head against desk repeatedly: I need all of you to think nice things and keep your fingers crossed for the next two weeks because it would be super awesome if I got this internship. However don't feel the need to hold your breath as well, I don't want to be responsible for any deaths.
In other news my grandparents arrived with only minor** delays and because it just made sense I spent the weekend with them. As far as I can tell a good time was had by all, especially when my great-aunt Hina showed us every program she has recorded from Japanese television. Here are some more highlights in bullet point form (because we all know how much I love bullet points).

• Julian Barret was spotted at the second to last performance of Spymonkey's Moby Dick gathering new ideas for the next series of The Mighty Boosh. My suggestion would be to rip off the whole thing and claim it as theirs. It could work.
• Brian Fraking May. And a chorus of 1,000 people. But more importantly Brian Fraking May.
• Sweet Charity is possibly the sweetest musical about a dance hall hostess ever. Despite the undercurrents of cynicism and prostitution it really is a sweet play. Too bad she doesn't get the guy because he's an idiot. Anyway.
• London's perfect weather went away. I suspect it was upset with TfL as well and decided to spend the bank holiday in Europe.
• It's exactly a week until I am no longer half of the answer to life, the universe, and everything. I will accept late presents. Or mailing tubes for posters. Either is fine.

Well that's it. This week is fairly boring. I have PEO on Saturday and I'm seeing the Scottish Play that same night. I've decided that I'm going out for dinner for my b-day, I just have to figure out which restaurant location I'm going to drag Amanda to. That's the problem with having one's birthday on a Monday and having three papers due two days later: You can't really big it up. So until next time, don't panic.***

*When I say "just" what I mean is about 15 minutes ago. I had to talk to my Dad first and it takes awhile to write these things, despite evidence to the contrary.
**If minor is a two hour delay from 11pm to 1am. Then they had minor delays.
***I should have mentioned HHGG. However I was trying desperately to avoid mentioning DW, so that whole section of my brain shut down. Oh well.

Trains and APD

Transport for London (TfL) and I currently have a love/hate relationship. I love them when they make the trains run on time and everything is going smoothly (which is most of the time) and hate them when they close of my Underground access to central London (which occurs on a nearly weekly basis.) Sometimes the closures aren't so bad. For instance, they'll only close the Metropolitan around where I live but the Bakerloo line (which is just a 10 minute walk from me) will remain open the entire weekend. Other times the Metropolitan will be closed one day and the Bakerloo the other day. Or the Metropolitan is closed both days of the weekend, but the Bakerloo is open on Saturday so I can still get into the city, even if it's not from the most convenient location. And then you have weekends like the one I'm about to encounter where all the lines that can get me into the city are closed. Thankfully my grandparents are in town and staying at a flat in zone 1 and I'm staying over from Friday to Saturday, but Amanda and I have plans (and have had these plans since March) for Sunday afternoon in the city. The Bakerloo is shut down as is the Metropolitan. These kind of shut downs only seem to happen on bank holidays (and Easter oddly enough), so it's not as though it happens every weekend (then I would have serious issues), but it's highly annoying anyway. I don't think I would mind so much if didn't have plans on Sunday, but these closures effect more people than me. It effects everyone outside of zones 1 and 2 to be honest and the fact that TfL doesn't seem to have an issue with cutting people outside those zones off is a problem in and of itself. I know they need to get these tracks fixed and spiffed up for the Olympics, but it shouldn't be to the detriment of those people who live outside of central London. Especially people who live outside of central London who have plans to go into central London.
In a completely unrelated topic, many, many moons ago I mentioned that I have auditory processing disorder. While I have a really hard time explaining it to people not trained in special education, this past Tuesday the New York Times had an article on APD in the health section of its Science section. The article does an absolutely brilliant job of describing what APD is and how it effects both the scholastic and social aspects of their lives. As a person with this disorder I'm glad it's getting this attention because, despite what some people might think, it's not a well known learning disability and often gets short shrift in comparison to the bigger name disabilities like ADHD and dyslexia.

More Culture

So this past week I went to three very different shows. However, in the time honoured tradition of Nore not actually reviewing anything, I'm just going to say what I went to and whether I liked it or not. Also any highlights from the production will be included.
First up we have another visit to the Comedy Store which was better than first because they were all professionals. Granted it was a very different format (improv vs. stand-up) but the highlight, beyond the penguin farm opera/musical/mystery/Bollywood sketch, was Phill Jupitus. He's probably one of my favourite comedians and at this point is the sole reason I still watch Never Mind the Buzzcocks (sorry Noel, you're just better with a script). The entire show was absolutely hilarious, but the things that stick in my head, besides the penguin farm bit, was the sketch that incorporated the three following elements: sci-fi, talking sheep, Mars, and music. Absolutely brilliant. If I get another chance to go to the Comedy Store I definitely will.
Unforunately Private Lives, written by Noel Coward and starring Kim Cattrall and Mr. Darcy (2005 film)/Keeley Hawes' husband wasn't as good. Sure the lines were pithy which is what you would expect, but the two leads had little to no chemistry (which isn't a good thing in a rom-com) and Kim Cattrall's attempt at a British accent came across as a screechy parody of Brits in 1920's films. It wasn't bad and the supporting cast were very good, but you'd kind of hope that such famous leads would be better.
Finally, there was "Cinderella" as performed by the National Royal Ballet. It was beautiful and a joy to watch, even way, way up high. The Prince's hair was a bit creepy, but the dancers were amazing and the music (which was live!) was beautiful, though oddly sad for such an, ultimately, happy story. My one complaint, and it is a very minor one, is that there were no frogs. While I'm absolutely certain my ballet school was just trying their hardest to give me roles in our productions, but not seeing any animal (frog) attendants during the transformation scene was a bit disappointing. And, coincidentally, Keeley Hawes and some friends were at the same performance as me, though probably in seats with armrest and a slightly better view. Aaah, the wonders of Twitter.
Well that's it. My grandparents are actually visiting this week (damn you Icelandic volcano) and I'm seeing Sweet Charity and "A Night of 1,000 Voices" which has as its theme this year Stephen Sondheim, which should be good. I'm still waiting on my law paper to be marked, but I'm none too worried unless he's the toughest grader known to man or I really screwed up. Until next time, don't panic.

My Signature Has Been Questioned Once Again

It's drizzling. I think drizzle is the weather's way of saying "You should really stay indoors and finish watching that episode of Bones you started." But my food is here and because I'm "saving" up for London by using my parent's credit card as often as possible, I have to sign my name on the dotted line. For a couple of years my signature had been devolving into more of a scrawl, largely because of situations like these. I have to sign for my take away and signing for things outside of a dorm means no flat places and a desperate urge to get back to the comfort of my room. So what once looked like a full name now looks like a scribble. When I first started doing it, it was meant to be my initials, but really it's just a "B" in an artful scribble. So that's the story behind my signature. Time constraints, bad weather, and paused TV shows. And now I must ask, can everyone stop questioning my scribble and just move on? I mean honestly, asking me to sign a receipt twice is unnecessary.

London, I Love You

I realized something as I made my way from my dorm to the Comedy store. As much as I wouldn't give my entire experience in London a gold star, I continue to really love the city itself. I actually came up with a list of all the things (and the numerous restaurants/cafes) I'm going to miss when I go home on June 1st. That's what really hit me last night, all the things I've gotten used to that I'm going to miss. Sure, there are lots of things I won't miss :cough:evil former flatmates, Euro-trash, rail closures:cough:, but I think there's more that I will miss and those are things that I'll remember 10 years down the line (as well as the evil former flatmates.)
Anyway, I just wanted to say that. My marketing teacher is an idiot (there are no classes on my birthday, just exams!!) but the paper for that class has be pushed back which is nice. Though that means I have three papers all due within three days of each other which kind of really sucks. Oh well, c'est la vie. I will give a review of my theatre experiences on Sunday. Until then (or whenever I actually update next) don't panic.

It's So Pretty When It's Sunny

When I first started looking at Westminster, I looked at Harrow. The reason for this was that I was applying only to classes that were based at the Harrow campus and so I assumed (quite rightly) that I would be living on that campus. So I looked up Harrow on Wikipedia and found out there's a fancy boy's school located in the town. Then I actually came here and found out that the campus was actually closer to Kenton than the boy's school. However I knew about Eton well before then, but after finding out about the Harrow School (aka the fancy boy's school in Harrow-on-the-Hill), I discovered that the Harrow School is Eton's main competition. As often happens with me, I've become very protective of this school I've only seen from the outside and could never afford to go to. Which is why I can say, with no bias whatsoever, that Eton is plug ugly compared to Harrow. Sure, the town it's in is slightly prettier than Harrow (but only a little bit), but the actual school is ugly. Yeah, I don't care that it's old as the hills and that Harrow is young in comparison (Eton = 1440, Harrow = 1572), but Harrow is still prettier and when it comes to these things, I just care if they're pretty. This is probably why I liked Windsor Castle and the town of Windsor so much. Both are extremely pretty. It's hard to say anything else about Windsor Castle because it was just. So. Pretty. There was one room with wallpaper the perfect shade of green and another that had the perfect shade of red. Another room had the most ridiculous amount of gold gilding on everything. It was exactly what you'd expect a castle to look like. And of course I couldn't take pictures of the State apartments, the prettiest part, but I did get pictures of the moat garden and the Royal Chapel. And to top things off, the weather was perfect. 60 degrees and sunny the entire day. Aaron Eackhart was our* tour guide again and the most gorgeous man alive (aka the German one) was in our group. It was a perfect way to spend a Saturday morning/afternoon.
In other news my new flat is working out much better than my last one. There's a reasonable amount of noise before 11pm, but by the time I want to go to bed, everything has quieted down. However the train freaks me out every once in a while, but then I remind myself that it's a train, not a loud party about to happen. Also it's the last week of classes, which is odd to think about. Granted there's two weeks of "independent study" and then another two weeks of exams, so the fact that I'm not going home until the beginning of June does make sense in its own way. The fact that I'll be spending two of the last weeks of "exams" traveling is totally beside the point.
In one final note, I'm super busy this week which is the excuse I'll use for not updating and I've decided that being a lawyer isn't the end of the world. Which is why I've been looking at how to become a lawyer in the UK and law schools in the States (just in case.) It's all a bit odd and has been happening rather quickly, but it's better than being miserable in a job I thought I would love and don't in actuality. So that's it for another week or so. Not only am I going to the Comedy Store, seeing "Private Lives" and "Cinderella" (the ballet), but my grandparents are coming to visit starting Tuesday (as long as the ash doesn't get in the way) so I'll probably be spending some time with them as well. Until whenever, don't panic.

*When I say "our" in these post I usually mean either the social programme or me and Amanda. In this case I mean both.

Back to the Grindstone

With only a month and a bit left and with my nose theoretically going back to the figurative grind stone, I figure you lot get to know how my last week of spring break went. It wasn't an unmitigated success, but it had it's moments. Most of them were in Leeds. But first the rainy, rainy city of Glasgow.
As we well know, I've gone a bit soppy here in London, so when I was told I couldn't get on my train to Glasgow, I nearly broke down in tears. The only thing that stopped me from doing that was the knowledge that hundreds of people would be privy to my sobbing, which isn't something I really wanted to have happen. Sevenish hours later I was in Glasgow sans ear plugs (which I could have used because my room was right next to the road) and guidebook. However for one pound I could watch the TV in my room for 15 hours, so I took advantage of that to watch University Challenge.
The next day wasn't much better. It rained the entire time, the one museum I went to was pretty sad, I rode around on a bus for an hour and a half and felt so nauseous that I couldn't finish the sandwich I got for lunch. However I got a little Scottish terrier plushie and shortbread shaped like sheep as well as a set of linen tea towels for my Mom which I'm sure she'll like. I then spent the night watching cookery shows for the most part, which was far more enjoyable than I thought it would be. Then, with sun shining, I came back to London.
Leeds, in contrast, was brilliant. The weather was beautiful. Amanda and I went to numerous fascinating museums. I ate like a normal person and got to watch TV for free. Leeds totally made up for the misery that was Glasgow. The best part, at least in my opinion, was the stuffed tiger that use to be rug that the Leeds City Museum has in its collection. Of course I got the tiger plushie from the museum shop as well as a postcard of the tiger itself. The next day we went to the main art gallery in Leeds, but sadly the shop was closed which meant I couldn't get any postcards of the cool pieces of artwork the gallery houses. In short, everything in Leeds is brilliant.
In other news, tonight I finally got around to putting up all but three of my postcards. I would have put all of them up, but I ran out of blu tack, so I couldn't. Even though I'm not here for much longer, having all that colour on my wall makes me happy, so I don't care. Also my new flat is remarkably quiet, even with people in it. I only know the name of one of my flatmates, but since I won't be here for much longer, doesn't really matter to me. Also I'm going to see Macbeth on May 8th at the Globe which is geek-tastic. I'm actually quite busy over the next month or so, what with papers and plays and musicals and the ballet. And my birthday, which should be interesting. Being busy is good though, keeps my mind occupied. Anywho, until next time, don't panic.

Going Through the Motions

This is getting harder and harder to do. The once clear and obvious path I walked down has suddenly turned into a vast wood with lots of gnats getting in the way. I don't really know what I want anymore. The future I had mapped out doesn't make sense anymore and things that I held closest to me are starting to slip away. Most of my interests are still intact, but I'm starting to retreat to the old and familiar. It's not as bad as 9th grade but I can feel myself moving in that direction. Hopefully this time I won't grow overly attached to a band that broke up forty years ago, but you never know.
I've started thinking about law school. I've also started thinking that London is more fun to visit than to live in. It feels like a terrible cop-out, giving up on something I've been working towards for two and a half years, but on the other hand the culture that surrounds radio here and back in the States is just something I can't tolerate. But I don't really know if law is what I want to do, though I figure if I get into the right field I won't end up like my Dad, which is the ultimate goal in the end.
But it's not all bad. It's a bit like last summer: As long as I don't think too hard about how homesick I am and how much I hate some of the people I live with and have to deal with, I'm fine. The constant need for chatter of some kind is a bit depressing in a meta way, but for the most part I avoid thinking too hard about the things that make me sad and focus on the things that don't make me sad like Top Gear and going into central London on little expeditions. I've only got a month and a half (about-ish) and the weather is finally starting to turn nice, though we'll see how long that lasts.
Bottom line is that I'm depressed and writing about the things I do means thinking and that's just not something I want to do. Therefore I will continue to update sporadically and infrequently.

Spring Break Quickie

Oh spring break. You've gone so quickly (even though I have one more week of it). Here's what happened this week, in bullet points.

• Mom arrived! And we walked on Hampton Heath and had really good Greek food for lunch.
• Wandered around Lincoln's Inn on Monday because Sir John Soanes Museum was closed. Mom took more pictures.
• I saw one really great play (The Little Dog Laughed) and one alright production of a really great play (The Importance of Being Earnest). No pictures were taken at the plays.
• Went to Hampton Court and had flash backs to visits to Colonial Williamsburg (Henry VIII walking by was strange.) Lots and lots of pictures were taken.
• Went to Bath again and went on an abbreviated Jane Austen tour. So many pictures.
• I had my hair cut and many crepes were consumed. Pictures, of course, were taken.
• I can't for the life of me remember what we did on Friday.
• We went to Canterbury and I saw Vic Reeves. It was really, really cool. As was the church.
• TfL screwed over everyone but the tourists. Some tourists were possibly screwed over as well, but mostly only the non-tourists were screwed over.
• Ashes to Ashes and Doctor Who are both alive and really freakin' awesome. So excited for both.
• Mom left. No pictures were taken.

I'm off to Glasgow (where the internet will cost 1 pound for 20 minutes) and Leeds (TV!!) and then back to the grindstone, such as it is. Pictures will be taken and if I see anyone famous Facebook will be the first to know. Then you lot when I get around to updating next weekend. Until then, don't panic.

The Future

So I've made a sort of decision about my life. It's only a sort of decision because at this point I don't know how the rest of the semester is going to go and I'm not sure how I'm going to feel when I get back to the States. All I know is that my future is no longer as certain as it use to be, something that pains me a great deal. My life made a huge turn around once I decided what I wanted in my future and now that, that has changed it makes everything I've been working towards seem kind of pointless. Anyway, here's the sort of decision I've made: I'm not going to try and get a job in London immediately after graduation. I'm not even entirely sure I want to work in radio anymore, but I don't really have any alternatives either. It's not as if there's a lot you can do with a music degree. I could go into teaching, but I don't really consider that an option since I'd probably hate working in public schools and hate working with private school snobs (unless I could work at Stuart Hall, but that would be weird and mean living in Staunton.) All I can say with some certainty is that I don't want to live in London until I know exactly what I want. I don't think I could go through an identity crisis so far away from everything I've ever known. I'm having a hard enough time as it is, but the thought of having to make a whole new set of friends, deal with an entirely different set of social mores all while freaking out about whether I actually want to be in the field I've chosen seems like a one way ticket to disaster.
The other thing I feel confident in is that I've lost the sense of what makes me, me. For all my bitching and moaning about nobody knowing what I'm talking about, I identify as the misfit outsider. I thought it would be so great being in a country where everyone knew and liked the things I know and like, but thus far it hasn't been so great. I think the biggest problem is that despite the plethora of common interests, I haven't really met anyone like me. It would seem, and this is based on both my experience in the States and here, that you can't be a sci-fi/fantasy geek who's really into music and obsessed with history at a certain age. You have to either be a geek/nerd or cool kid. You can't be both at my age for some reason, at least in the UK. It's incredibly frustrating and demoralizing, especially when you consider how high school it is. In the end though I would rather be in a country where nobody knows what I'm talking about and being accepted for all the facets of my personality than in a country where you get shoved into one category and that's it until you're in your 30's (at which point you can be all the things you actually are.)
This past summer, my therapist at the time said I should visit London before making a final decision on if I wanted to live there for the rest of my life. I told her that's why I was so determined to study abroad in London. I'm glad I've done this, if only because now I know how completely unsure I am of living in this city. It's sad, but I guess I've been building this place up for so long it's not surprising that it's disappointed me. I just wish it hadn't.

Cardiff and Liverpool pt. 2

After registering for classes I went to Grand Central, supposedly a very cool place to shop, but I was thoroughly unimpressed. I walked on the main drag for a I don't know ho long, wandered through an avant garde art gallery called Blue Coat and got dinner for the first and second night as well as some milk at Marks and Spencers. I spent the rest of the night either eating or watching the telly which made the night incredibly enjoyable for me (because at this point my expectations were just that low.) During the second day I actually did quite a lot and got lost which was less fun than the rest of the day. I got up around 8:40am of my own volition, had breakfast and headed out. I went to Albert Dock, got a bit confused as to how to get to the Beatles exhibition, but finally figured it out after staring at a map for a while. I was a really good exhibition, but since I already know so much about the Beatles, what I enjoyed about the exhibition were the interviews with various characters from the band's history like Sir George Martin and Brian Epstein. I got little gifts for the family in the gift shop (which they always make you exit through), spent a lot of time in another Liverpool-based gift shop before heading to the tourist information point to get a ticket for a Beatles tour called "The Magical Mystery Tour." I had lunch at the Tate Liverpool's cafe, strolled through their main exhibit (and got nicely yelled at for taking a picture of Duchamp's "Fountain"). My favourite part of the museum (besides seeing Dali's lobster telephone), was an exhibit on sculpture and the depiction of the human form which incorporated a pre-selected soundtrack. Not only were the sculptures very interesting, but the use of music made the whole thing more memorable. I got Sophie a gift and a couple of postcards at the shop. I then wasted time wandering around Albert Dock and got starred at by a gaggle of idiotic boys while having a cuppa. Then it was time for the tour. What I enjoyed most about the tour was that it added little personal touches to the history I already know. Also the tour guide was very amusing and has met Paul McCartney several times. I bought more Beatles memorabilia, got lost trying to go back to the hostel, but finally made my way there. I spent another night watching telly and packed my things to get ready to leave for London the next morning.
The trip back was thoroughly uneventful and I've mostly unpacked everything from my move to the new room. My Mum arrives tomorrow, which I'm really excited about. Finally, I got my marks for music radio and I got a B for the class. Hurrah me. Until next time, don't panic.

Cardiff and Liverpool pt. 1

:sigh: I'm back from Cardiff and Liverpool. Have been for over 24 hours. It's almost daunting the amount I have to say about my adventures in the south west/north west. Thankfully, I brought a notebook with me so I can quickly summarize my deep thoughts and numerous adventures. Some of what will be relayed are exact quotations from what I wrote while I was in Cardiff and Liverpool while some will be summaries. I won't differentiate between the two, but I just wanted to say that. So let's start at the beginning.
Things started out smoothly enough. I got on the right train and made it to Cardiff Central with no issue. Getting to the Queen Street station and then the hostel were far trickier. Eventually though I made my way to the hostel, slightly damp and very tired. However it was only 2:30, so after a bit of a nap, I wandered around Cardiff central (as my guidebook describes it) and figured out why people make fun of Wales all the time. The weather is crap and it's not exactly the most exciting city known to man. However, it has its good qualities (I'm sure) I just happened to be there when they weren't showing. But that was the first day. The second day was slightly better.
The second day was very eventful for me. I got up ridiculously early (after getting up ridiculously early the day before and would be doing again the next day) so I could get breakfast before the kitchen closed. I then spent some time reading about Eleanor of Aquitaine and listening to the Chris Moyles show which I find extremely comforting and irritating at the same time. I then proceeded by foot and bus to Cardiff Bay. Of course the weather was only partially on my side but the rain held off until I got back to Queen Street. First the Bay. I got a good picture of the Millenium Centre and the fountain (aka the entrance to Torchwood before heading to the Doctor Who exhibition. The exhibition was stuffed with costumes and props from the past four series and specials. I took lots of pictures of Daleks, Cybermen, K-9, and lots of other thing as well as getting some very cute figurines of all of my favourite New Who baddies. I then whiled away an hour or so by taking some pictures around the bay and having two cups of mint tea before getting lunch at a great French restaurant. After lunch I whiled away some more time, got a history of Wales and a book mark before hopping a bus back to the city centre. From there I proceeded down Queen Street to Cardiff Castle where it started to rain in earnest. Nonetheless, I climbed to the top of the keep, went through the house and got another stuffed animal as well as two more postcards. Then after a stop and Marks and Spencers, I went back to the hostel and relaxed by checking my email and reading about Eleanor some more.
The journey from Cardiff to Liverpool was much more confusing than from London to Cardiff. I got to Central station just fine, but getting to my first change in Crewe proved very tricky. I ended up waiting a half hour in Newport. My head, which had been killing me since the beginning of the week, continued to pain me. Finally I got on a train to Crewe and then a train to Liverpool Lime Street, all the while worrying about whether I was going to get to a computer in time to register for classes. Once I got to Liverpool I found it was much easier to get to my hostel than it had been in Cardiff and I registered for classes. I got all of them and in the next entry I'll tell you about Liverpool.

Muchness

I was originally going to write about The 39 Steps and Alice in Wonderland, both of which I enjoyed in very different ways, but I haven't the heart. Starting Thursday night my living situation kind of exploded in my face and next week I'm going to be moving into a new flat. On Monday I head off on my first excursion outside of London and am really nervous about the whole thing. I've discovered that any amount of stress makes me really homesick, so right now I'd like nothing better than to take a flight home and not come back to London until I've graduated from college. Of course that's not really an option, at least not right now. I will say this though: I love this city and I think if my time here had started out differently and if I'd had at least one person from home with me, I wouldn't be quite so miserable right now. But I can't change the past, so here's the future.
I will say this about The 39 Steps: If you ever get a chance to see it, do it. It's one of the most brilliant plays I've ever seen and is now officially my second favourite play after The Importance of Being Earnest. As for Alice in Wonderland only see it if you can see it on a big screen and in 3-D. Otherwise, I don't think it would really be worth it.
There probably won't be any updates until I get back from Liverpool at the end of the week. I'll be registering for classes for the fall while I'm in Liverpool, but I'd prefer to not have to bring my computer with me, but even if I do, I probably won't update anyway. Until then, don't panic (I'll try not to.)

20 Bucks?!

I'm currently in the early stages of a cold which means that in addition to my usual apathy towards doing anything besides reading and listening to/watching QI, I feel like crap and can't really swallow (damn you sore throat of death!). However I have some news and really want to talk about the opera I went to last night, so I'm going to beat back my desire to read trivia articles and write. Hopefully this will make writing the paper I have due tomorrow easier.
Let's start with the opera (The Elixir of Love in case you're wondering). I had read somewhere on the English National Opera website that all operas are performed in English, but it didn't really sink in until a nattily dressed gentleman made the following announcement before the start of the performance: The original Nemorino was sick and his understudy was "unavailable." I want to know how the understudy could possibly be "unavailable" but we'll move beyond that to the next part of the announcement. Because of the illness/unavailability of the two people who know the English translation of the opera, the company pulled in a tenor who knew the original Italian libretto. So everyone else (save for a wonderful performance by Andrew Shore) was singing only in English. The tenor (who's name I didn't hear and therefore don't know) would be singing only in Italian (except for when he said "20 bucks?" which was amusing.) Needless to say, it was very interesting.
The Elixir of Love, as performed by the ENO, is set in a middle-of-nowhere 1950's American town, primarily at Adina's Diner. While I appreciate the idea of updating operas and can even understand the idea of translating original libretti to English, every once in awhile they'd use cutesy Americana slang and I would just be irked. However the performances, especially Andrew Shore who'll I get to in a minute, were top notch and the staging was such that, even from the balcony you could always make out what was going on, on stage. Other perks of the staging included a rotating room so that action could happen both inside and outside the diner with minimal fuss and a real car that was quite shiny.
The best performance, or at least the best performance given the circumstances, was that of Andrew Shore, a baritone who performed the part of Dr. Dulcamara. Shore had performed the role in another ENO performance of The Elixir of Love and deftly moved between English (when everyone else was singing in English, when he was soloing or when his part was meant to be contrast to Nemorino) and Italian (when he was conversing only with Nemorino). It was a well played choice by Shore and pulled off very well and with little confusion thanks in part to the subtitles showed above the stage. It also helped to cement the idea that Nemorino is outside the main players, both in intelligence and in culture, something that's made clear in the way the character is written anyway. That and Shore had the best "American" singing accent, something that I appreciated greatly.
In other news, despite this damnable cold, I'm going to see The 39 Steps tomorrow and I have housing (which is more important really.) After much drama (something seems part in parcel with anything to do with UMW bureaucracy) we (me, Stephanie, and newcomer Kelley) got our first choice apartment. I get my own room which means I'll have somewhere to put all the postcards I'm collecting. Happy St. Patrick's day and hopefully I'll update at least one more time before I leave for Cardiff. Finally, Spaced inspired flash mob this Saturday, expect photos either on Sunday or after the break. Until then, don't panic.

Weekly Round Up

Ummm...
Quick explanation: My hormones hate me (seriously, they hate me) and since landing in London, in the week before my lady time (0_0) I basically become a depressed vegetable. It sucks, I know it's happening (which makes it worse quite frankly) and there's nought I can do about it. That's why my music marketing paper still needs to be written. So that's what happened this week. I became a depressed vegetable.
This week was very busy though. On Monday I cleaned my room, but didn't dust which was a bad idea. I should have dusted. Tuesday I finished most of my critical report and went to see Billy Elliot which I'll talk about more later. On Wednesday I woke up really early for my Art and Society class, saw a bust made out of blood and had a "movie" night with Amanda where we watched the first four episodes of The Mighty Boosh. For some reason I've been convinced for the last week that Old Gregg was introduced in the first series, but I was wrong, he came in the second. On Thursday I went to the 8th annual Douglas Adams Memorial Lecture where the topic was the number 42 and its relation to prime numbers. I didn't really understand 42's connection to prime numbers, there was something about harmonics and logarithms, but most of the last 1/4 of the lecture went right over my head. However Prof. Marcus du Sautoy was very interesting to listen to and Clive Anderson was the MC, so it wasn't a complete bust. Had a crappy night on Thursday, but Friday was fun despite the sleep deprivation. The highlight of the day was avant garde accordion music. As with Billy, the accordion showcase will be discussed in further detail after the round up. On Saturday I had my first UK PEO meeting and met a lot of nice older women and then went to Camden for their markets. I got a leather jacket (second hand), a t-shirt with a big strawberry on it, and a bag that says "Leave me alone! I don't like broccoli!" which is exactly my sentiment. This morning I had a weird realization that the UK hasn't entered daylight savings time yet and that I don't need to change my clocks. Before I go into my cultural review I will just say this: The War of Roses still doesn't make sense to me, the Tudor to Stuart transition makes some sense, and the Stuart to Hanoverian transition was just really stupid. Also, the Hanover's are the same as the Windsor's, just slightly less German. And Facebook needs to stop showing me ads about Mika, it just makes me sad that I didn't get to see him when I could have. Which is why I obsessively pour over Time Out on a daily basis now.
Billy Elliot
I saw the movie when it first came out on DVD and while I thoroughly enjoyed the dancing and the emotional stuff, the whole miners striking bits confused me. I tend to become bored with history after the Enlightenment and so anything from the 80's, in a foreign country is bound to be...foreign to me. Also, I'm not really enthusiastic about movies becoming Broadway musicals. Or books becoming Broadway musicals. I love "Good Morning Baltimore", but I don't necessarily want to see Hairspray. So when I went to see Billy Elliot with the social programme, I was ambivalent. I came away mildly impressed and desperate to see a real ballet (which I'll be doing in April.)
If you've seen the movie, you know what the plot is. Add in some music and a general confusion over where the act is ending and you've got the play. The young man/boy who played the part of Billy was a very good gymnast and an okay dancer, which considering how he's suppose to grow up to be this great dancer is kind of squiffy, but he was impressive nonetheless. The forced Northern accent bothered me at times, but the musical was good enough to allow me to ignore that fact. While I wouldn't necessarily recommend it to my friends, I was glad I went to see it.

Accordion Showcase
When I think of accordions I automatically think of polka music. I don't think of contemporary musical compositions written specifically for the accordion or studying the accordion at conservatory. All of these assumptions were dashed on Friday at the accordion showcase at the Royal Academy of Music. Accordion players do not just perform polkas and some of them compose really out there pieces for accordion. They also make the strangest faces known to the performing world. They make the faces other performers wish they could make.
But besides faces, the music was really interesting and very well performed. I'm not a huge fan of 20th century music, but I appreciate it more than I did a year ago (thanks music theory V!). The performers were all excellent and if you ever get the chance to go to London, be sure to check out RAM for an accordion showcase, it will be worth the cost it takes to travel on the Tube (it was a free performance.)

So that's the week. This week I'm going to see The Elixir of Love at the London Coliseum on Tuesday and The 39 Steps at the Criterion Theatre on Thursday and on Friday afternoon I'm going to Alice in Wonderland at the BFI Imax and then going to buy my weight in books, because I really need more books (not really.) Then it's Spring break and I'm off to Cardiff. I might update during that first and second week of spring break, because I have to bring my computer with me to Cardiff and Liverpool, but less likely during the third week when I'm in Glasgow and Leeds. Fun times are a-comin' my friends, so prepare yourselves. Until next time, don't panic.

The O2 Is Massive (My First Gig in London)

I realized at some point last night that I didn't bring my gig playlist notebook with me to London. This seems like a huge error in hindsight because not only did I see Lily Allen last night but I'm not going to see Miike Snow in May and so having that notebook would be really good. Oh well, I can just ask Mum to bring it with her.

Lily Allen at the O2 Arena

1. Everyone's At It
2. LDN
3. Back to the Start
4. 22
5. Littlest Thing
6. Smile
7. Colloboration with Professor Green (possibly "Be Good to Me")
At this point a fight errupted in the standing area near where Lily's dad and boyfriend were standing (which brings up it's own questions) and Lily walked off out of disgust. She came back on though and performed...
8. Who'd Have Known (dedicated to her bf)
9. I Could Say
10. Brief instrumental interlude
11. The Fear

Encore/Costume Change

• Womanizer
• Fuck You (dedicated to David Cameron)
• Not Fair (which went on forever and ever and ever and ever...)

I have lots of notes from the first half of the show and maybe I'll get around to writing them up, but for now just think about this: Dizzee Rascal doing a rap to the guitar line from Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit." It's much more wonderful than you might think.

Culture in Three Acts

Before I even start today's entry I would like to make the following caveat: While I might posses large amount of natural musical talent, I don't really put a lot of effort into my clarinet studies. I mostly just coast on my God given talent. Therefore any criticism I make is followed by a firm understanding that the people I'm critisisng are much, much better than I am, by dint of being at conservatory and devoting their lives to music. I'm just picky.

Act I - Comedy
I had heard about the Comedy Store because of my Twitter feed (a normal source of information for me honestly.) Since I have Thursdays and Fridays free for the rest of the semester I decided I would go see Greg "The Giant" Davies* at the Comedy Store and have a bit of a laugh. However I somehow ended up buying two tickets, so even though this trip was originally suppose to be solo, I invited Amanda to come along.
The night started off well, namely because the bartender discounted my drink and called me pretty, though I could barely hear him. The comedians themselves though were absolutely hilarious for the most part. There were two acts with three comedians each. Two of the slots were given over to newbies, the first of which wasn't at all funny. The second one however did a poem/rap involving a llama and Obama and was generally very funny. The professional comedians were even funnier. Greg Davies talked in between comedians and one of the most memorable moments involved him giving fallatio to a giant owl/human hybrid. I was dying. Other memorable moments including Pierre the ski instructor ("We look up and say hello. Am I gay, straigh, bi, I don't know! Follow me!"), haggling with the person who's sticking you up (from 6 quid, to 3 quid, to 1 quid), and remembering that the customer might be carrying a gun (oh Reginald D. Hunter, you are one fraking hilarious man). I hope to go there again sometime in the future, if only so I can once again need to message my jaw from laughing so long.

Act II - Music
One of the things Reginald D. Hunter mentioned in his act was that the British don't really like people. As Amanda pointed out afterwards, it's not that they're unfriendly, it's just that the British aren't particularly friendly. On individual basis, yes some of them are very friendly. However when it comes to non-tourists attractions and restaurants/cafes, customer service doesn't really exist in the way Americans think. This concept was brought to the fore last night when I was dealing with the people at the Royal Academy of Music. Duke's Hall opens a half hour before the performance starts. I didn't know this and the person at reception didn't feel the need to tell me. I felt like a burke for a good half hour before I could get in. Which leads me to my helpful hint for travelling in London: Either know what you're doing or be able to pull off pretending that you know what you're doing.
The performance itself was somewhat mixed. The band itself was excellent and I really enjoyed their performance of Darius Milhaud's "Suite Francais" and Charles-Francois Gounod's "Petite Symphonie for wind instruments." However two quintet's also performed and while all the players were subperb, I had issues with both clarinettists. They made a "fff" sound while playing, something that my clarinet teacher and Prof. Bartrum would have a huge hissy fit over. In my mind making a "fff" sound means there's something wrong with your embouchure. The fact that these semi-professional performers were making that sound while playing distracted me to no end. But as my caveat mentioned, I'm just picky. The two women who performed were technically amazing and I'd never be able to do what they did. But the fuffing really bothered me.

Act III - Art, Fashion, and Literature
One of the things that I love about London is how close so many things are to each other. You can get from Leicester Square to Picadilly Circus to Oxford Circus within about a 20 minute walk. From Leicester Square you can get to Covent Garden and then over Holborn in the same amount of time, from which point you can get set out for the British Museum which I would guess is a ten minute walk. Oxford Circus gets to you to Bond Street going one way (west) and Regent's Park another way (north). All the major tourist attractions are within a half hour of each other walking. It's brilliant. So this afternoon I went from Holborn (Sir John Soane's Museum) to Covent Garden (the continual feeling of inadequacy) and then over to Marylebone High Street/Baker Street (Daunt Books of awesome.) I covered all of this in about an hour, not including the time spent at various locales along the way. So let's talk about the things I did in between walking.
Sir John Soane's Museum is insane. It's filled with artifacts of man obsessed with collecting things and making plaster molds of those things he couldn't get the originals of. I actually got confused going around the house, it was so cluttered and narrow. Best museum I've been to though, in part because it was so fascinating to look at and also because the audio tour I downloaded was narrated by Elenor Bron, whom I will always love because of Help!.
After my tour I went over to Covent Garden/Soho/Seven Dials area (and they are that close, I kid you not) to make myself feel inadequate. I don't know what it is about hipsters, but they make me feel less than I am, which is stupid because the last thing I want to be is a hipster. Nonetheless, going to that particular area makes me feel a little sad. However it's always fun to look in the shops and see the ridiculous things they're selling.
After my brief foray** with sadness I hoped on the Tube because I decided it would be too long to walk from Covent Garden to Baker Street (a decision that I stand by, even if I could have walked there.) My mission: by guide books for the spring break destinations. So I went to the Marylebone High Street and Daunt Books, which is amazing. With the number of non-fiction and history books they had I could have spent hours there, just looking. I walked away with two British history books and guide books for three of my four destinations (damn you Leeds) and really nice bag that I wasn't expecting to get. While I had set out to get a leather jacket, I think ending up with six books, one card and two postcards (from the museum) was a much better outcome.
That's all my culture for now. Tomorrow I go and see Lily Allen (!!!!!) at the O2 Arena and then next week I'm seeing Billy Elliot: The Musical and an accordion showcase at RAM (with knowledge I didn't have before.) I might add something on Friday and Saturday, but it depends on what Time Out London says is going on and whether I really want to see Alice in Wonderland. Until then, don't panic.

*I've given him that nickname, it's not his actual nickname, but he's 6'8", so it's a very apt nickname.
**I originally spelled this word faure, like the composer. This makes me sad.

Crazy Lady Rocking Back and Forth

Why won't they ever shut up? What is the point in being loud all the time? What is the point of turning up your music really loudly, so loudly that you can't hear each other speak so you have to talk really loudly? Why do they feel the need to do this every night, night after night? Do they not have classes in the morning? Do they not give a fucking shit about the classes they may or may not actually be in? Are they just at university to get away from their parents and if so, why torture every one around them? Why spend thousands and thousands of pounds just to spend your night playing music really loudly, drinking too much, and shouting at your friends? Do they not realize how shit the economy is right now? Do they not realize that frittering away their parents money is a) really disrespectful to their parents and b) makes no economic sense? Do they just not give a shit about the people in this flat? Is everyone else in the flat somewhere else or am I just overly sensitive to really fucking loud music? Are my other flatmates just simply deaf to the evil flatmates noise? How do they pass their classes when they spend all their time partying? Why do I let them make me feel so awful? I'm not the bad person, there is nothing wrong with wanting to get 8 hours of sleep on a regular basis and going to bed before 2am in the morning. Why do they feel the need to make my life hell? What have I ever done to them, other than expect them to act with a modicum of maturity? Following that point, why can't they act like adults? I know they're a few years younger than me, but honestly, why can't they act like adults? Is it so hard to take other people into consideration? Also, don't they realize that just because it says "Fire Door" that doesn't mean it's sound proof? The ability to block fire does not mean it blocks sound. Also, as music majors, shouldn't they realize how bass works? It carries. That simple, bass carries. Therefore playing the bass extraordinarily loud means that anyone (me) can hear it, no matter what you think. So, in conclusion, why the fuck won't they ever shut up?

General Updates

So the past week has been extraordinarily stressful, but just as I decided to not complain about the days before leaving for London, I've decided to not complain here about my horrible flatmates. They don't deserve the amount of attention I give them, even if they do cause me an undue amount of stress and anxiety. However tomorrow is the first day of March which heralds a period of both work and cultural enrichment. First though, the final show for my music radio class.
The pilot wasn't exactly brilliant by any means. Listening to myself, a task I find very taxing, was even worse because I kept going "uh" and "um." So I wrote out a complete script with every single word I was to say during the show. That combined with the RCS Selector working made the final much, much better than the pilot. I was exceedingly pleased with the show and will miss this class despite the 14 hours it required. I've been invited to the next class which is about podcasting, but I won't be taking them up on it because a) I don't think Dave was serious and b) I've got a lot of papers to write in the next four weeks. First there's the paper for music radio which is 3,000 to 4,000 words and then there's the paper for music marketing and a paper for Art and Society, neither of which are as long (1,000 and 1,500 respectively.) That's what Thursdays and Fridays are for - paper writing.
However, Thursday and Friday nights are for cultural enrichment. This week Amanda and I are going to the Comedy Store on Thursday and then on Friday I'm seeing the Royal Academy of Music's band (or symphonic wind if you want to be fancy.) The week after is Billy Elliot the musical (with the social programme) and on Friday, the Royal Academy of Music is hosting an accordion showcase which I will be attending. Then on the 18th I'll be seeing The 39 Steps. Of course school comes first, but I'm really quite excited about this month, should be lots of fun.
This past weekend was also a cultural experience for me. The social programme took us to Stonehenge and Bath, both of which were very interesting. Stonehenge was...smaller than I thought it would be, but very remarkable none the less. I got a couple really amazing pictures, but since the weather wasn't really cooperating, it was hard to take really great pictures. I got a postcard and a plushie sheep who has been named Shaun after Shaun the Sheep (original, I know.)
My one regret with Bath is that I didn't have more time in it. We only had a few hours during which I spent a quarter of it at lunch and fifty percent in the Roman Baths where I drank some healing waters. However I did get to spend some time at the Jane Austen Centre and at the Bath Abbey. I'm planning on spending another day during my last week here at Bath though, if only so I can take the Jane Austen audio tour of the city. The Roman Baths were really something though, despite the rain. A bit boring, but in terms of the history and all that, very interesting. The best bit though was the acquisition of a teddy bear at the Jane Austen Centre who I have named Mr. Knightly. We watched Sense and Sensibility tonight.
So that's it for now. I've worked out all the train stuff for my spring break trips as well as trip to Dublin in May (which also involves being on a ferry for three hours.) I also encountered my first group of football fans who were both very loud and very amusing. I'm not really a sports persons so seeing and hearing a bunch of people who are so enthusiastic about a sports match was greatly amusing to me. Until next time, whenever that might be, don't panic.

Mwahahahahaha

I've got a plan. I went and talked to the receptionist who, very knowingly I might add, said "There are three ways you can go about this" and proceeded to give me three different numbers that all do the same thing: Get a security guy to tell my evil flatmate to turn that shit down. He also said that, if need be, the power can be cut. So here's the plan: The minute things get loud after 11pm I'm calling reception and getting a security guy to turn that shit down. Especially this Thursday. I refuse to be sleep deprived before my final music radio class aka the show that's worth 90% of my grade. While I don't exactly feel better, I feel more empowered, which is fine by me. The funny/ironic thing is that I just had a conversation with said evil flatmate who seemed really surprised that I could hear his near deafening music in my room. I just nodded and said "Yeah, it's pretty loud." And then did an evil laugh in my room.
That's it really. I went to All Saint's on Margaret Street for their evensong service which was really, really lovely and made me almost cry two or three times. Linoleum works really well as medium on which to paint, in case you ever feel the need. As I may have mentioned a few thousand times my final assessment for music radio is on Friday, so there's that as well. We (the group) had a meeting today where we bonded over animal cruelty. I'm going to miss those guys. Also, the play I'm seeing with my Mom has Harry Lloyd in it aka Baines from Human Nature and The Family of Blood which means not only does my sister get to be jealous of me, so do all my friends who like Doctor Who as much as I do. I'm also seeing The 39 Steps and Greg "I'm a giant" Davies. March is going to be awesome.
And once again, that's it. Nothing else to be said. Don't panic.

Keeping Myself Level

My flatmates continue to be arses, but I've decided that if they keep it up into the week I'm going to go complain about a violation of the tenancy agreement (because technically that's exactly what they're doing, violating their tenancy agreement.) However I had a fairly good day despite being quite depressed over my living situation.
Every weekend (when I don't have a social programme to go to) I plan little excursions for myself. Usually it involves shopping because I really like shopping. This weekend's excursion was to Covenant Garden because I was told my market guidebook that the Apple Market at Covenant Garden is quite good (I'm easily persuaded by guidebooks, especially ones that market themselves as experts on non-touristy things.) I went to a really busy but very nice restaurant called Cafe Mode where I had a spicy pepperoni pizza that lived up to it's name. Turned out the little green and red peppers I thought weren't going to be spicy were extremely spice and so I picked them all off after eating one of the green ones (jalapeño would be my guess.) The manager lady called me lovey which I thought was a nice touch if a bit odd. Then it was off to the market.
The Apple Market, much like the renewed Spitalfields, has a large number of permanent stores including David and Goliath and Savage London. I went into a large number of those stores, but unlike with Spitalfields I didn't actually buy anything in them, which made me happy on a certain level. I did a look around all the stalls before doing a quick check of the Jubilee Market where I got a nice pair of blue earrings with dried up flowers in them. I wasn't that impressed with the Jubilee Market, but the highlight of the entire trip was the ZHL String Ensemble who were busking in the lower court of the market. They performed really well known pieces (obviously) but performed them with a lot of energy and even add a bit of motion whenever the could manage. They were so good I decided to buy they're CD, which turned out to be a perfect purchase given my current situation. The album is called "Classical dreams" with the sub-title of "A relaxing collection of popular classics." My final purchase of the day was a sweatshirt from one of the Apple Market stalls. It has a cartoon bunny face on it. I'm happy about it.
Finally, here are a couple of things I've done based on the recommendation of other people (a list that will grow after Tuesday.)

• Eaten at Paul's. My grandmother recommended this cute little French sandwich/bread/wonderful pastries/baked goods cafe. I went there after my Art and Society class in the second week and while I'm sure the calories I ingested were numerous, it was a great sandwich and slice of chocolate cake, so well worth the calories.
• Going to Apple Market. While the market was endorsed by my market guide book, it was originally recommended by one of the Danish girls I met at the boat party. She also recommended Lush, which smells highly fragrant soaps and other things. I stood outside their shop and breathed deeply.

For those of you wondering, the pilot went okay, given the fact that one of the key pieces of equipment wasn't working. We got feed back from our instructor, Dave, and while I was highly aware of my own problems, one of the best lines was the following: "Where does Nore sound at her best? Why? Is it because she has a smile in her voice.... or sounds well informed?" I think we all know the answer: Because I sound well informed. There is no smile in my voice.

Please Be Quiet

Since I currently have brain dribbling out my ears, here are some bullet points:

• I had my first celebrity sighting today: Emma Bunton aka Baby Spice. Took a little while to recognize who it was I was starring at, but yeah I saw Baby Spice.
• The Brits were on Tuesday and weren't a complete wash. Lady Gaga won three and Lily Allen walked away with Best Female Solo Artist, so that's nice. However I couldn't watch the ceremonies, even though I'm in the right country, so my Twitter feed was completely confusing me since they all seemed to be watching it.
• After my Art and Society class I made it my mission to return the pair of jeans I had bought at Topshop. Due to this I completely hate that store and hope never to set foot there again. I did however return the jeans, so that's a plus.
• I've decided that the some of the people who live around me are absolute prats. I like to imagine that I'm a reasonable person, but there's only so much loudly played crap music I can take before I might just go crazy. Last night for instance: I go to bed around 11pm and a few of my flatmates and their friends where in the kitchen playing the Strokes really loudly. Loud enough for me to hear Mr. Casablancas vocals pretty clearly. I go and ask them to turn it down. Get ready for bed. Just as I'm settling into my warm "comfy" bed, really loud music seeps through my earplugs. From the kitchen. Same group of people. As I said, I like to consider myself a reasonable human being and even though I didn't start screaming at them for being rude prats, I really wanted to. Because that's what they are: Huge prats.
• Liberty's is where money goes to die a ridiculous death

That's it. I've got the pilot tomorrow afternoon and hopefully my flatmates won't be prats this evening, I'm really not in the mood to deal with them in a polite way. I can tell you what's on the play list for the pilot though. We'll be playing "All That Jazz," "Money," "Mamma Mia," "Good Morning Baltimore," "Summer Holiday," "Tonight," "Book Report," and many, many more. It should be good. Until then, don't panic (I know I'll be trying not to.)

I CAN Talk

When I started in radio I didn't talk. I've since learned how to talk and tonight I proved that not only can I talk, but I can talk while two really cool people are looking on. This is important because I have a two hour pilot programme on Friday where I'm going to be talking quite a bit in front of many really cool people. I really think I'm worrying over nothing, but since the show is 90% of my grade and this is the one class I really, really care about, I'd like to do well. I'd also like to impress my classmates since one of them doesn't think I'm capable of doing this and I don't really know what the rest of them think of me or my capabilities as a host. I also kind of see this as test of the "skills" I've been "cultivating" for the past two and half years. If I can do this than just maybe I can make it as a real DJ.
In other news I downloaded the Courteeners' single this morning and have since downloaded Mumford and Sons' single "The Cave" which has trumpets in it which is why I like it. I swear, if a track has trumpets in it, I'll almost automatically love it. I also booked a room for Leeds, so my spring break is entirely taken care of which is good. Turns out it takes like four or five hours to get to Glasgow by train, but I'm hoping for really pretty scenery, just as I'm expecting my visit to Cardiff to be geek-tacular (go Doctor Who museum!). Finally, I really should unfollow Ricky Wilson on Twitter, it's doing my head in. It's just as bad, if not possibly worse than, being "active" in the Kaiser Chiefs livejournal community. However I probably won't because it makes me smile.
For those of you wondering how Greenwich was, it was overcast. One of the tour guides we had looked like Aaron Eckhart though, so that was pretty sweet. Aaron Eckhart with darker hair and a British accent, just imagine. But yeah, the actual time spent in Greenwich wasn't that interesting to be honest. I think there are certain tourist attractions that can only be visited once before they become really boring and Greenwich is one of them. I'd like to go back for the market though. I've become something of a market maven, now that I have a guide book and all that.
Last piece of interesting: My Vince figurine has moved from the wall next to my desk to being what I call "Protector of the Music." Basically when my Zune is charging, Vince leans up against it. Since he has guitars on his trousers, I think it's appropriate. So that's it. If I don't update before Friday, I'll definitely update either Saturday or Sunday with news on the pilot. Until then, don't panic.

Top Tracks

Right, making up for my lack of updating by talking about how I have an uncanny ability to pick up on non-American music, even when I think they're American.
One of the perks of being in London is that I get to hear songs that I wouldn't have heard in the States, either because I don't listen to the radio or because they aren't available in the States. Take for instance my top four tracks at the moment. One of them hasn't officially been released and one of them was featured in (500) Days of Summmer, but the other two are fairly unique to the UK. And except for the track that was in the movie, they're all British artists :fake shock:
"Sweet Disposition" by The Temper Trap was featured in the film that I have a love/hate relationship (500) Days of Summer and when I first heard the song I thought it was a band doing a poor knock-off of vintage U2. Then I got to London and started listening to Radio 1 everyday and heard the song about once or twice a day and it started to grow on me. And continued to grow on me. Except I had no idea what the title of the song was until I looked up the soundtrack for (500) Days of Summer on Wikipedia. And it was at that point that I thought, "Aww hell. I really like this track quite a bit, why not download it?" It's not often that I download tracks that have grown on me, but the atmospheric quality of the song and the mushiness of the lyrics got to me and won me over. However I thought that I had found an American track. Not so much. Turns out the Temper Trap are Australian, which is basically knock-off British.
Another atmospheric track that didn't so much grow on me as seep into my brain and stay there is "Velvet" by the Big Pink. I got the title of the song and the band confused for a little bit, but can you blame me really? I don't think the album has gotten much exposure in the US, but if you're looking for a track that is both romantic and techno wrapped up in one, you need to listen to this song. As with the Temper Trap I thought the band was American, but they're actually a duo based in London. As Rob* would say it's a massive track.
So is Hot Chip's "One Life Stand." For awhile I couldn't figure out what it was they were singing, but I liked the track right off the bat and liked it even more when once I figured out what the chorus was. The track has a great beat and the lyrics are very clever. I don't have much else to say because I already knew the band was British (thanks NMTB!) and it's just a great song. Clever lyrics, great melody line, very danceable. For some reason I've really gotten into music that I can dance to, not that I ever dance, but I've really gotten to like that kind of music for some reason. Anywho, moving on.
The last track that I've discovered thanks to Radio 1 (seriously, sometimes they play good music and when they do it's really quite awesome) hasn't actually been released yet. That's the only problem with listening to the radio. They get tracks way ahead of the release date and so even though you'd like to have the song for your own, you can't because it hasn't actually been released yet. Such is the case with the Courteeners' "You Over Did It Doll." While I'm not wholly enthusiastic about the band, this track is really good in my opinion. The chorus is very catchy (even if I can't understand all of it) and as with the other tracks I've mentioned there's definitely a danceable beat in it, though as a hipster I can only bop my head to it. The video for it is good as well, though a bit odd at the end. It gets released on Monday and we all know I'm going to be downloading it first thing in the morning.
On a final note, I've discovered what sledge means. In the Kaiser Chiefs song "Everything is Average Nowadays" part of the lyrics for bridge talk about needing a "sledge and a hill in heavy weather." I've always been massively confused as to what a sledge is until Ricky Wilson tweeted about how he'd made a glass sledge table. And I looked at the really crappy picture he posted along with the tweet. And hence why I know what a sledge is: It's British for sled. Yay, I'm sad and pathetic, but the song makes more sense now, so it's worth it.

*Rob is a guy in my music radio class who is acting as assistant producer for the assessment. He can also pull off a pretty good American accent, which is impressive for a guy from Yorkshire. He was really pleased though that I thought he pulled it off well, what with me being American. It was cute in a way.

It's All A Bit Strange

Sad fact: Because of the Chris Moyles show I'm now following Ricky Wilson on Twitter. I'm also following Rick and Nick's new record label, which is less sad, but related. However the band has been acting really cute, or I should say Ricky has been acting really cute. First there's the NME story where he said "After a couple of months [off] we got bored,then I got really bored, then mind-numbingly bored and that's when you start thinking about the fact you want to get up and do something again." And then he said this on his Twitter feed: "I'm rediscovering blu-tack. Cheerful stuff." Granted I have to agree with him because blu-tack is what's holding up all of my wall decorations at the moment but still: Awww. Or at least that's how you react when you're a crazy person.
I also have something to confess. This whole London thing, while absolutely brilliant in many different ways, just seems kind of surreal in a way. When I'm in my room, or I'm doing something (eg class, day trips, etc.) I don't really think about how just kind of strange this whole experience is. I think it helps that I have familiar things around me (like my computer) but then again, I'm in London. I'm taking classes I would never get to take at home. I can go see a West End production for relatively really cheap and then go see a benefit concert at the Royal Albert Hall for really super cheap. It's just so strange to think about. Granted I spend most of my time not thinking about it, but every once in a while my mind drifts to the thought "I'm in London" and it all turns kind of strange. Though this is not to say that I'm complaining. I'm pretty much loving most of the minutes I'm here. I've got nearly nothing to complain about :cough:rail closures on the weekend:cough:. It's all just kind of...surreal to think about. Far less surreal when the wind is whipping about your face and making you all cold. But the thinking is weird.
The reason I'm bringing this up because at 10:20pm I can hear a track from Kate Nash's second album on XFM and I'll actually get to listen to it without any issue. And Ricky Wilson. Damn his eyes*.

*Newsbeat (my news source while I'm here) had a story on free music streaming sites and various hubbub and they started the story with Mika talking about how free streaming sites are the future. I freaked out a little bit and then realized his accent, in comparison to certain people, is kind of bland. Doesn't really change anything, but just an interesting observation.

Mmmm Cider

And my general lethargy and classes end my run at updating on a more regular basis. Huzzah.
Yesterday my Art and Society class went to St. Paul's Cathedral. The last time I was there (and yes, this another one of those places I've been too before, suck it up) I was a million times more in shape, wearing brown pumps and was accompanied by my sister and grandmother. Yesterday I proved to myself, yet again, how not in shape I am, was wearing a sensible pair of walking shoes, and was with my class. The biggest between difference though between yesterday and many years ago is that I didn't make it to the top of St. Paul's because I have a huge fear of heights and no one to peer pressure me to walk up 150 grated stairs in a narrow passage way to look over a barrier that is the only difference between me and me falling 85 metres to my untimely death. I also had a meeting for my music radio class to go to, so I could comfort my slightly bruised ego with that fact. Still I made it to the Stone Gallery (where you can see outside) and got a picture of the Pickle (Gherkin), so it wasn't all bad.
In other news my spring break is all but in the bag. First week of is break will be in Cardiff and Liverpool and my third week will be in Glasgow and Leeds. I still have to book the hotel for Leeds, but then my spring break will be action packed. Also I've kind of been accepted by the hipsters in my music radio class which meant I got to have a "pub lunch" today with them after a visit to this really cool production company. It's a bit odd to be honest, but most of them are nice enough and aren't so completely annoying that spending some time with them for the next couple of weeks won't be awful. And the show's going to be pretty awesome and a lot better prepared than any of my shows have ever been. I'm really hoping I'll be able to get a copy so I can post or at least let people listen to it in some way.
As for all my other classes, they're going well. I'm in love with my law class and I wish I was as enamoured with my marketing class, but I hate when stupid people bullshit, especially on a topic I'm only vaguely interested in. Art and Society is Art and Society. What can I say, my non-music radio classes just aren't as interesting as music radio at the moment. That and planning my spring break.
So that's it really. This weekend I'm going to Greenwich with the social programme. Next week is the pilot for music radio, which...I'm slightly ambivalent about my presenting skills when I have a teacher and a bunch of semi-pros watching me. I'm fine when no one's watching but I'm not so sure when many people are watching. But enough about that. Until next time, don't panic.

Soho and Oxford Street

When you visit a foreign country on your own there are a few absolutely necessary things that you need to have before embarking on your adventure: A really good street map and guide book. My parents, being very wise, made sure that I had both of those things well before I left for London and I'm very glad for it.
The day I had planned several weeks ago finally came to fruition today, though there were some slight revisions to the plan. Instead of going to Bar Italia for lunch I instead went to a cute little restaurant called Cafe Emm on Frith Street. I also added another store and ultimately excised dinner at the Square Pie Company at Selfridges. Anyway, onto the details.
After a leisurely morning (and another morning with the kitchen being clean) I finally headed out to Kenton Station because the TfL doesn't care about people who live outside of Zone 1. I made my way over to Tottenham Court Road and proceeded to wander around a bit trying to figure out which way was Soho Street. Once I found Soho Street (which I initially walked past because it was on the other side of the road) I easily made my way to Frith Street which was a welcome relief from my usual process of finding streets. I then had lunch at Cafe Emm which was delicious. Salmon fish cakes with a salad and then bread and butter pudding for desert. I even got two diet Cokes which was really nice. There were two servers and one kind of ignored me and the other one got me a second diet Coke, so you can guess which one I liked. I think the first one ignored because I'm rather young looking and therefore don't wield much power in people's opinions. Still I'd give the whole experience four stars out of five (which is exactly what I did at the Not For Tourists website.) Then it was off to Forbidden Planet.
There was a bit more wandering, which is par for the course, but not enough to frustrate. After the wandering I made it to Forbidden Planet and was immediately bowled over by how geeky it is. I mean the whole reason I wanted to go there was because of the geeky aspect, but the amount of memorabilia and the lower level with its massive amounts of graphic novels etc, it was just amazing. I got some Doctor Who pins, a set of Mighty Boosh figurines that included Vince and Naboo and two books. After some more wandering (which ended up being kind of unnecessary once I had done it) I made my way to Magma which, while very pretty to look at, was filled with things that I didn't need or even really want. Still both stores were very pretty to look at. I also went to Fopp where I got two books and a CD for the grand total of $26 (approximately) which I thought was very good, especially since one of the books was a hardback. And then there was more wandering.
My biggest complaint thus far is the like of proper signage in London. You can be walking along a street for a good five minutes before you actually know what the street is called. Considering what a huge tourist city London is, you'd think they'd do a better job of marking they're streets. Nonetheless, I finally made my way to Selfridges but by this point it was getting on 5pm and I'd been walking around London for the better part of four hours and was pretty much ready to call it quits. So after finding the Square Pie Company located in Selfridges' food hall, I caught a bus going towards Oxford Circus and, after the thought of maybe going to Spitalfields Market and eating in at the Square Pie there, decided to go home instead.
Finally, after a long but very successful day, I was back at Kenton station. However my throat has been bothering me to no end lately (please don't let me get sick) so I went to Sainsbury's and got tea (PG Tips in case you care), shortbread cookies, Digestives and sugar (which took me absolutely forever to find.) I then made my way back to the dorm and made myself a nice cuppa. It was a very nice day indeed.
Final note: Because the people in my radio group are crazy and because I'm crazy, I'm going to be presenting our show, which counts for 90% of our grade. The show is called "Matinee" and we will be playing show tunes. I initially volunteered to be music producer and somehow ended up with presenter and music producer. So yeah, this is going to be interesting.

An Adventure in Wondering

Oh my goodness I haven't updated in two days. Don't worry, I'm still alive.
So at the beginning of the week, for some reason only known to the people who schedule these things, I didn't have class. Due to the fact that I only have one class each day, that meant my entire Monday and Tuesday were open for anything. In light of this yesterday I went to Spitalfields Market. The last time I went there it was either a Saturday or a Sunday, I was wearing brown pumps and it was March/April (I'm so good at remembering the details aren't I.) Yesterday it was "raining"*, I was wearing sensible walking shoes and it was a Tuesday. I'm establishing these differences because going to a market in the middle of the week provides a very different experiment than going to a market on the weekend. So there's that. Then of course there's the fact that they've done a heck of a lot of renovations since I was last there.
After quite a lot of wondering (why don't the British like proper signage?) I walked past Spitalfields Market because I didn't recognize it. Once I realized my mistake, I entered Spitalfields and realized "My god, where did those large metal and concrete structures come from?" You see when I was there, about seven years ago, Spitalfields was a wide open space, no metal and concrete structures holding some shops and quite a lot of restaurants. There were a handful of people manning stalls, though nothing interesting enough to purchase. I actually ended up purchasing quite a lot from the permanent stores including my last mug of semester, a guide book to local markets, two posters, and a very expensive outfit. The highlight for me though was lunch. Spitalfields is where I had my first square pie, but since I'm planning on going to Selfridges and having a pie there, I had to find somewhere else to eat. One of the new permanent restaurants was a crepe shop and since I absolutely love crepes, I had a jerk chicken and cheese crepe. It was excellent. While I wish I had gone during the weekend when more people would have been there, it was nice to go back and be amazed at how much it's changed.
Today, after my Art and Society class, I ventured into Topshop for the first time. I bought I a pair of jeans that I'm going to be returning because they're far too small, but after about twenty minutes of wondering around the place I wanted to start tearing up all the clothing and telling the people around me not to give into the hipster culture, and yes it really is okay to spend your entire life not looking like an idiot wearing overly priced pieces of skimpy cloth. I knew the moment I walked into the place that I was not their target audience. But now I can say I've been to Topshop. Yay me.
I get to play expert tomorrow during my Music Radio class, though in all honesty I only made it through 20-ish minutes of the American breakfast show we had to listen to this week. After landing on the same commercial twice my impotent rage against American commercial radio reared its ugly head and I decided I'd listen to enough to be able to write a good review. Also, creepy guy in the class has added me as a friend on Facebook. I'm waiting until my nightly convo with Mum to get her opinion and then I'll decide what to do. Until next time, don't panic.

*It doesn't actually rain, rain in the UK. Sometimes you'll get a proper rain, but most of the time when it's "raining" it's just kind of misting or spitting. This can last for hours or for just 15 minutes. It's annoying, but when someone tells you, "Always have an umbrella with you" don't just nod your head and then forget about it. You never know when it's going to start to "rain."

My Weekend in the NORTH

This weekend I went to the NORTH. Not just the North. Or the north. I went to the NORTH. You see according to the signs that we (myself and all the other people in the Social Programme) passed on the M1, we weren't going anywhere specific. We were just going to the NORTH. The NORTH with its sheep and fields and more sheep. In actuality I spent the weekend in York and Haworth enjoying the sunshine, cold weather, and the massive number of really old buildings England has to offer. And the sheep. I definitely enjoyed the sheep.
The weekend started at 5:45 in the morning, panicking that our small group of travellers wouldn't make it from Harrow to Baker Street by 7:30am and then sleeping on a tour bus until 10am. We arrived in York, our first destination, in the early afternoon and proceeded to take a lovely tour of the city before heading off to lunch. The thing about this weekend is that I heard and kind of learned quiet a lot in a very short span of time, most of it whilst walking. Because of this, I don't actually remember that much. I remember where I went and what I saw, all of which was very, very beautiful and very, very old, but to really get this past weekend, you kind of have to see it. Which is why I took 105 photos and uploaded them to Flickr. What I'm trying to say is go look at the pictures (which aren't really in any particular order I might add) and then come back and read where I went. Looking at the pictures will be much more interesting, trust me.
Anywho, after lunch (and a little bit of shopping) my friend Amanda and I met with the rest of the group at York Minster, which is the second most important cathedral in all of England. We walked around the Minster looking at the usual things you look at in a church and then learned about the history of the cathedral by going down to the crypt. After that it was almost 5pm and the choir had started rehearsing. Listening to the choir for even a few minutes was absolutely amazing because it made me appreciate the structure of the cathedral and how absolutely impressive it is. Then we went to the gift shop and I got a mug with a time line of the Tudor reign on it. Oh yeah, big time dork.
After a harried night of trying to find somewhere to eat, the group went off to the NORTH (Fountains Abbey and Haworth) to look at the ruins of a massive abbey and the town where the Brontes were born and raised and, for the most part, died. Fountains Abbey was amazingly beautiful (and if you look at the pictures you'll see that), but the thing that sticks out in my mind, other than beauty of the entire place, was the amount of exercise I got. I walked up more hills and walked for a longer amount of time in that one day than I have in a very, very long time. It was definitely worth it because the views I got to see were amazing, but it was a lot of work.
After Fountains Abbey, we headed west to Haworth, where the Brontes lived, and got a 45 minute lunch break during which I had my second Yorkshire pudding. After lunch a small collection of went on a tour of the church and then headed up to the moors. Another steep climb later, we were at the top of the moors and...you could see forever. It was late-ish in the afternoon, but you could see the entire town and then some. Breathtakingly beautiful. Go look at the pictures. And it was at that point that my camera battery died and I wasn't allowed to take any more pictures.
Around 3:30pm we left for London and I finally got back to my room around 9pm.
In summary: We (the participants of the Social Programme) went NORTH, got really lucky with the weather, and saw some amazing sites and views. I don't have class tomorrow (as of 9:27pm) and so will be heading into central London to go to Spitalfields Market. If this changes, I won't tell you, but it will apparent by whatever I talk about in my next entry. This weekend I will be watching my first televised professional rugby game. Until next time, don't panic.