| I saw this on somebody's facebook wall and it made me chuckle (particularly the Native State bit, as it's one of my favorite pubs).
At first I was afraid, I was petrified!
Kept thinking I could never pass with no revision guide.
But then I spent so many nights, getting all the questions wrong
And I grew strong, and I learned I could scrape along,
I won't look back, to any place,
When I can swallow 15 pints and get completely off my face,
I would have revised by the clock, I would have had no spare time free,
If I'd thought for just one second my exams would bother me,
So all my notes, are on the floor,
Don't even matter... there's Native State just through that door...
Weren't you the one who tried to get me to revise?
You think I'd crumble? You think I'd work towards the skies?
Oh no, not I! I won't revise!
Unless I die from alcohol, I know I'll stay alive,
Though my money's at an end, I've my overdraft to spend,
I won't revise, I won't revise!!
It took all the strength I had, not to act the part,
But in the end my real revision didn't even start.
I used to sit at home at night, feeling sorry for myself,
I used to try, But now I hold my head up high,
And you see me! Somebody new!
I'm not that mixed up mental chick who wants a good 2:2
So if you feel like dropping in, chances are that I'll be free,
Cos I've done fuck all revision, and I'm failing my degree!
Oh no, not I! I won't revise!
I think that I may scrape a third, but I could be telling lies!
Let the lecturers all scorn, my bed's far too nice and warm,
I won't revise, I won't revise… Oh dear!!
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And yet, I'm being really productive, for once! | comments: Leave a comment   |
| And so, I'm off again.
I haven't seen a lot of people I wanted to see, but that seems to be the case pretty often when life is one goodbye after another.
France, then, who knows? I sure as hell didn't enjoy Edinburgh enough to not consider other options. Which scares me a lot. Perhaps I am going back, perhaps not.
In any case, goodbye. Again.
Missing people is on the agenda. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Today I saw a man walking an adorable golden retriever puppy. It was kinda lagging behind, and an old woman asked the man what kind of dog it was.
To which he replied "A pain in the ass"
As sorry as I felt for the puppy, it was pretty funny. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| While in line to pay at Tesco today, I was in the hygiene aisle. I just found it amusing that there were no condoms in stock, but an abundance of KY jelly.
Oh, and the KY was *right* next to the slimfast bars.
The point of this update being somewhat nonexistant, I'm going to make a list of what I have to finish in the near future. That way, I'll feel guilty whenever I check liveournal, and maybe be more efficient.
Ombra Mai Fu
Apres Un Reve
Charmant fucking Papillon
Practice!
Music theory homework
Music theory practical project (however, I don't yet know what that'll be)
Remaining 1983 words of Japanese history essay
Kanji portfolio
Japanese homework
Japanese rap (very strange group work project due on my birthday)
Study!
I have no motivation for the bottom five. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Last night I watched a bunch of British kids fake American accents in Edinburgh's production of "42nd Street," and it was cute.
The sad thing was... my general experience of watching a broadway show at school took me back to Bronx Scence. As such, I was scanning the cast for faces I knew from High School to no avail. I felt a bit silly and nostalgic at the same time.
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And when I woke up this morning, I saw a hairy spider on my curtain. I'm not a big fan of spiders, considering they like to bite me in the head, so I tried to kill it. Considering the curtain is not a flat surface, I failed, and it is now somewhere in my room. Meh. It's really too cold to open the window, so I just hope it leaves me alone.
I can kind of hear it crawling though. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| I looked at my watch this morning, at 11:30 ish, and I thought "it's time for fifth period lunch."
Wow. Oh, Bronx Science.
Last night I saw Tchaikovsky's (Perrault's) Sleeping Beauty with Heloise and her boyfriend Daniel. The costumes/sets were gorgeous. And because it's Tchaikovsky, the music was purty, too.
That said, I'd seen some more impressive dancing on television (watching swan lake at the Sheraton comes to mind, haha), but it was still nice to see. I was a bit confused, however, as they managed to wrap up the story after an hour and 45 minutes, but then they just had random dance sequences from other fairy tales for another half hour or so.
The three of us then had a drink (probably the best cider and black I've ever had), and stayed in the pub for a good hour. I then went back to the apartment, and on the way, realized that I forgot my umbrella in the theatre. Tear.
I want it to be May. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I started my music theory homework at 12:00pm today. I just finished. It's 9:30.
The breaks for food and such must have added up to about an hour.
And now I have a paper to write!
Heloise is gone for the weekend, but we were productive with apartment searches on Friday. It hit me today, while listening to Avenue Q ("I wish I could go back to college"), that my college career will end with me never having had a dorm or meal-plan (visits to Oberlin don't count). I feel deprived? | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Happy 250th, Mozart!
I wouldn't mind watching Amadeus right now... but I don't have it. Perhaps I will finally get to Entfuhrung, as I have no class today. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I don't think I ever want to go on an airplane ever again.
(But that is about as valid as a hungover college student claiming that he/she will never drink again).
Tuesday the 13th of December was one. long. fucking. day. But hey, at least it ended nicely.
I was awake at 4, Scottish time (funnily enough, the same time Mags and Louisa came home with two other people from a party). I nearly fell down the stairs carrying my suitcase/bag/trash, but eventually made it out of the house (albeit noisily) at 6am.
Now, the thing with Edinburgh is that there is more night than there is day. It's dark from about 4pm to 7am. So I walked in the dark, from Rankeillor to Cockburn Street (yes, cockburn, I don't care if it's pronounced "ko-burn"), crossing many remnants of the people's partying spewed on the road along the way, and eventually made it to the bus which took me to the airport for a fiver. You know it's a workout when you're sweating even if it's minus 8 outside.
I was relatively fresh for the Edinburgh to Paris flight, but the plane took it's sweet time to land. Which gave me 30 (thirty) minutes to transfer to my next flight. Which just happened to be in a different terminal. And Charles De Gaulle just happens to be one fucking huge airport. After the stress of missing the first bus to terminal 2C, once I actually got there, one of the scanners wasn't working. My plane was leaving in 15 minutes. When I got out of there I ran like a late french girl would when she's trying to catch a plane, shoving a couple of people along the way, but I eventually made it. Ironically. Once the gate was closed, the plane was delayed. "We're missing a few people, so we have to unload their bags."
Lovely.
Between gritting my teeth and developing a strange bump in my earlobe, I watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (for Nostalgia, and because it's Johnny Depp), and played the computerized version of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire in French on a touch tone screen. That's the fun part of 777 jets, those little screens (even if they end up killing your eyes when the person in front of you reclines their seat, so you're 3 inches away from the damn pixels). When I failed at sleeping, I looked at the little flight progression window, which said that we would arrive at 4:20. And that's when I started stressing again. We weren't delayed by that long, and there's NO WAY it could take 3 hours to get from Halifax to NY. None. And I had another plane to catch.
After about 8 hours from Paris to NY, we landed, a lot earlier than what the fucking computer predicted (by about 40 minutes). Things were once again OK, and I would be at Obieland in just a few more hours.
Waiting for the connection to Cleveland, I thought I'd call to say I'd make it, and wouldn't be sleeping at JFK. Naturally, my phone, which I'd bought after being told it would work abroad, did not, in fact, receive any network whatsoever. So I missed the good ole' days when payphones cost just 25 cents, and left a happy message.
Upon the arrival to Cleveland airport, there's nobody there... I get ready to shell out another .50 to call, and I hear an announcement: "Will A...Lexi...a Bet...betan..cowt please call Justin." How cute. So I do what I was about to do anyway, and there is good news once again. The initial, $20.00 plan to get someone to drive to the airport to pick me up fell through. And the LCT wasn't running. So I took out $40.00, hoping it would cover the taxi rates.
Oh, the cab ride. Fucking Scary. When we began to speak about languages, telling him that I, too, spoke French was the biggest mistake I made. He never ceased to hit on me after that point.
No exaggeration, here are some highlights of the conversation (which I'm putting all in English, but it was mixed with French as well). His name was Simon.
Simon: So, how long are you at Oberlin for.
A: 4 days
S: Ah, yea, cool. Well, there's not that much to do there, I have some friends who are also Moroccan at Lorain College. We should get together, maybe go to the Nightlclubs in Downtown Cleveland.
A:Mmm.
S: I really like wine, I know some good bars there too. Do you like wine?
A: (Trying to make a point that he should stop) Who doesn't, but I'm not old enough to go to a bar anyway.
S: How old are you?
A: 17.
S: Oh, you're a baby. But you should enjoy your youth. I'm 25. I like em... yea, 17 and upwards are good ages in my taste. Listen I'll give you my number, and you can call if ever you change your mind, and you get bored at Oberlin. You can bring your friend too.
...
And it kinda went on like that. Creepy.
But the worst part wasn't even that. When we got to the college, neither he nor I really knew where Burton dorm was. So I suggested he drop me off at the North of Tappan Square, since I knew it was somewhere around there. But he refused. He absolutely wanted to drop me off where I needed to be (which I interpreted as him wanting me in there for as long as possible). So another 15 minutes of driving around and he finally let me go behind Harkness.
And the cab ride cost 85 FUCKING DOLLARS.
I didn't have that money on me, and I didn't have much of a choice, so I paid by card which was really shady, as he was writing shit down on a piece of paper he borrowed from me and relaying the information to someone else. I was really too tired to care at that point, and just really happy to be where I was supposed to be.
So I'm finally happy, and really looking forward to the brief time I have here.
And yes, he did give me his number. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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