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Went home for the weekend to celebrate my dad's birthday. It was a really nice weekend. Relaxed on friday night. Saturday did some shopping at the mall (yay for a mall whose anchor stores include Nordstroms and Nieman Marcus instead of the Bon Ton and Boscovs!) then we went to a lovely italian restaurant in Rye. Had a salad with arugala, endive, poached pears and prosciutto, then a wild mushroom lasagna with a bechamel sauce and for desret apple tart tatin with caramel sauce. I seriously miss good food. Then sunday went shopping with my mom, bought a super cute dress from Banana Republic. Made filet mignon with a red wine sauce for dinner, with my famous garlic mashed potatoes. And now I'm back at school, where I have a three term papers, a GIS final project (which is due on friday and which my group doesn't even have a topic for yet!), a GIS final, and two take home finals. Awesome!

random fact: elephant garlic is not just a lot of cloves in a large bulb, but HUGE cloves! Like scary huge cloves.

So someone left a comment on my last entry (from October 7th)asking why I don't update anymore. They didn't leave a name (which makes me crazy) but it did get me started thinking about this journal and why I don't update anymore...

I guess I don't update anymore because I didn't feel like I had anything important to say. My life is pretty average, and I don't think anyone wants to read about my average day, going to class, hanging out with my friends, what I bought at the mall, etc. I also never really felt like my public journal was a great place to write about really intimate feelings either.

Maybe I will start to update again. Maybe not.

I am in that wonderful stage of drunkness when you are aware of everything that is going on, but the world doesnt seem to matter. I like this feeling, this feeling that nothing really matters, this feeling of invincability. Sometimes I wish I could live the rest of my life this way... on the verge of drunk.

Last night I had a dream that it was my birthday.  Random people kept giving me money and gift certificates, but to random places like McDonalds and the Bucknell Bookstore.  I didn't know what to make of it.  I kept saying "Thank you" and giving people hugs, but I felt so fake... These people weere just acquaintances, not the kind of friends who would give you presents.  I woke up before my alarm again, turned it off and went back to sleep.  I miss the days when I didn't even have an alarm clock. 

Happy 10 months... I love you!

...i'll be back in America!

YAY

Im in London now with my dad. We're staying at an apartment, which is nice because we have a kitchen and a living room to just relax in. Didn't do too much today since we didn't get here from Bath till 3:30. Went to dinner at one of the restaurants we went to when we were here ten years ago, which was a little weird. The whole reliving-my-childhood thing kind of freaks me out a little. I better get used to it though becuase most of this trip is going to be like that.

Ahhhh last day of classes. Is it bad that I am so relieved? Oh well.

What an awesome weekend. Having Scott here was beyond amazing. There are no other words to describe it.

Two days left of classes. Weird. Then sunday its off to London. I can't wait. Sadly, summer school has totally burnt me out. I just cant do any more work. Fortunatly all I have left is a stupid five minute presentation where I am basically just going to read some stuff I found on the internet about homelessness in Bath. Cake.

Stupid British moment of the day:

Im in the grocery store getting stuff to make dinner. I use my Amex. I sign the sheet and the woman is analyzing it like she works for the FBI and is trying to catch someone on the 10 most wanted list. She looks at me and is like "do you have any ID?" so I had her my international student ID. Shes staring at my picture, then me, then the picture. She finally hands it all back to me.

moral of the story: who would steal a credit card and buy £6 worth of groceries with it?!?!?!? Seriously people, if I stole a credit card I'd be buying a flat screen tv/surround sound system/diamond necklace, not 12 american dollars worth of groceries.