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i have some sort of fucking allergies or--hay fever? i just know my nose is running a marathon and it won't quit, the trooper. ok. so today something happened that has quelled my increasing dread over the past two months. i guess i may still be pure and good, but it hardly explains the absence of the, um, regularity for that time. it's a puzzler. a relief for the most part.
so it's summer. june is almost fucking over! i can't believe that--i don't understand how time could just blaze by and leave a stubby like that *insert snap there*. sooo. i've gotten into some odd combination of thingamajigs; in accordance with my intermittent lists, here are my current raves for the summer:
1. pomegrantes: the band. i like the fruit as well--it's tang and crunch. well, i first heard them when i was over seas and i was ecstatic. it's very pretty sounding (soft, soothing voiced) and pleasant melody induced. i can't get enough of the svaatzi uutsi. some of their songs are too short for their own good. they leave me hanging on and i have an insatiable appetite for jangly songs.
2. rompers?: i spotted them also overseas and purchase two (from the same store). i also got one over here and they're all super-cute. i like them because it's a whole outfit in one--kinda like a dress, but with more coverage. no more top/bottom coordination dilemma. the downside of this thing is extra work when going to the bathroom. it takes me back to my youth when i used to wear them too. the turbulent times of the '90s.
3. moral orel:
i know that this series was started a while back and it's been sacked from production and i knew about it before....seen it a few times. i think i thought of it was waaayyy too religious or the kind of religious satire that takes it to the extreme. however, i saw a few episodes and now, even though the asinine antics and mentality of the people of moralton get me worked up with rage, i can't stop watching it. i am totally hooked on the claymation and the storylines and the characters. ohh. it's rather hilarious.
4. nail polish: this is another trip to the 90s. i was deprived of color and when i got back i went all out on my nails. sometimes. i don't know why this has returned to my life. general regression.
5. reading: the iliad is the shit. it's gory. and i like all the names. diomedes.
i can't think of anything else that gets me crazy. tomorrow is supposed to be fun. looking forward to saturday, too, although that may be a lonely time event.
Shit. I just had a whole house to myself for a week. in all honesty, it was fucking boring. most of the time i spent reminiscing about oxford and my other odd adventures--the good-looking, well dressed boys...moo-moos...walking everywhere with my feet dead. OH THE MOTHERFUCKING MEMORIES. i feel like i have no purpose back here and there needs to be scrupulous planning to alleviate this harrowing madness welling up inside. i'm being such a bum and regressing to procrastinating adolescence. soo fucking immature. that's a side note in addition to the fact that i'm really nor doing anything. sure, watching saving private ryan and the nutty professor (the first eddie murphy version) makes for a relatively pleasant night in...on a friday night...when you're 15. i guess.
what am i to do?
something that's been plaguing me at the moment, for a while actually, is this whole issue of relationships/love/that deal. what sparked my longing was seeing mr. used-to-sit-next-to-me unexpectedly today. i couldn't believe it at first, he looked slightly familiar, but i thought it wise to dismiss it.
i am a naive, curious girl, though. i had to steal another look in the general direction of the first sighting and, sure enough, it was really him. there was a flutter in my abdomen and, being a little frightened, looked down in an attempt to become invisible. that always works, right? well, it did in my mind. i'm sure i was flushing pink. he probably saw me. gah. it was so stupid of me to feel like that over him--he really isn't the type of guy i generally like. shit. i feel so damn desperate.
so, i'm taking this moment to declare that i'm not giving up hope. i also took to heart some information my friend gave me a while back and was recently reiterated when i was reading some magazine: if micheal cera has an asian girfriend there must be some cute, funny, and mybe slightly awkward white boy out there for me. i'd prefer european, but for some odd reason i sense it'll be more like midwestern or canadian.
as am i.
so.
here we are, back in the united states. when i returned i didn't really feel as if anything was remotely different--just sorta like a return to normalcy and sunshine. quite the contrast i experienced when i was in england for the first time. there was this nonexistent transition.
i can't explain it and i wish it didn't come off so easy. i would've preferred a little mental and physical distress, but i guess that's just me.
i haven't been up to much since my return except watching too much tv (hence the title of this post. can you figure out where it's from? i was surprised it came up where it did, but, you know, kids this days...) and frequenting target (that was probably the place i missed most when i was in europe), but now i find myself yearning for good ol' city centre with it's primark and leisure walking times. i also long for moo-moos and i really regret having high tea only twice--the first time without even trying scones with the clotted cream! oh! it's a travesty.
i'm still concerned about if anything happened back in march..if anything.
who won? whose knowledgeable pupils rein supreme? i don't know, really. i prefer the cambridge city center, but i've only seen it once. perhaps more elaborations to come.
i really feel like i need to post something since i have all this fucking drafts that will eventually be done in the near future, quite possibly when i get back home from this long, long, long, long, trip. there will be pictures galore and awkward anecdotes that will fill this webspace and hopefully induce seizures, laughter, and the spontaneous urge to break out in interpretive dance.
ok, so my trip here is near it's end and i haven't been to all the places i wanted to go (hmmm..money is a huge issue here), but it's still been splendiferous. been working on my social experiment observations..i guess that reference will make more sense when i finally post up the "3 bitches in dublin" thing i started ages ago..anyway, look for my critically acclaimed, soon-to-be award winning book about how people act when they're drunk/sober/angry/bitching/faking to be totally nice when they're really a fucking conniving wannabe ho--it's gonna have everything. it'll be accompanied by pictures of eggwhore, leggy lips, some pretty boys/girls, and pancakes. it's such a shame i lost my original notebook because i had recorded some good shit in there (also rather informational and personal).
i'm waaaaaaaaayyyy looking forward to getting back home..sort of. i would totally stay longer in europe if i had more money and had planned more shit out. one thing i'm really looking forward to (among driving my car--which is actually bad for the environment, i know--,eating cheap and delicious fruit, and target) is seeing passion pit. i have seen one live kinda band here and they were great. The lead singer had the moves. It was in scotland. Yeah, no, they were absolutely pussy-riffic. As in they had no fucking great rocking aura about them and the band members seemed extremely eclectic, in a horrible-clashing-you-don't-belong-together-in-a-band way. I'm way bummed i couldn't see the joy formidable in oxford and that i fucking missed mstrkrft in glasgow. i'm most fucking gutted about the mstrkrft cuz they were playing real close to where i was staying and i was being a lazy fuck stying in and sleeping--goddammit. this upsetting rant will be continued in the past with my post about scotland so i might elaborate on that later/earilier(?).
today we'll be going to stonehenge and some other towns around there. it's fucking raining and windy which equals fucking cold. i mean, i like rain, but not when we're gonna probably be out all day and shit like that. this trip was also on a fucking friday..coulda been doing other things. going to other places on our own. i guess i'm mostly pissed off about everything (group trips) being pushed til the end. bullshittt. ish.
i hope that's long enough to quell your insatiable thirst for the some of the events in my life so far. i gotta try to do some evaluation now.
alas. no love interests here.
relatively cute, but genuinely intangible.
i am tired of planning everything out. and i really need access to electrical outlets. isn't it so nice that i no longer really require the internet, but basic electricity?
i went to london on saturday. got lost and had quite the adventure on the tube. saw/heard more filipinos. returned to general civilization and observed some guy watching cruel intentions on his laptop on the bus back into oxford. yeah. wouldn't we all be in for it cuz of the selma blair & sarah michelle gellar kiss?
school here..is really rather...
ehhhhh.
and i've taken a fancy to watching crime/cops/investigating shows..like lewis last night for example..
sorry for the rambling.
