So my last exam is over as of today. I would comment about this -- maybe reminisce about the past year -- but mostly my brain is still going aGAKSGhsjkhurr over and over and being generally useless. Two hours of scribbling about George Eliot's science fetish and Heathcliff's Basket of Psychological Issues That Are Actually Not-So-Veiled Social ( Read more... )

So obviously by now I have reached the Point of No Return in which, if I attempted to chronicle all of the events of the last three weeks and my myriad impressions of This Foreign Land, I would die of exhaustion before I finished. Instead I offer an account of my first foray into The Kitchen.

My Culinary Catastrophe

This comes first with the ( Read more... )

So I am here. In Britain. City of Norwich, County of Norfolk. There's an awful lot of Nor here, is what I'm saying ( Read more... )

A random moment in my life:

I saunter down to the neighboring CVS to forage for dinner, due to a lamentable lack of funds and foresight.
After a few minutes of desperation, I find the frozen foods section and rejoice silently. I have snatched up a cheese pizza (microwavable!) and am about to scram when I notice that the boxes stacked behind the ( Read more... )

Yesterday I smiled at a coworker in a novel attempt to make my annoying requests for help/clarification less annoying. It went something like this ( Read more... )

Things I have learned this past weekend:
--the clubs here absolutely will not let you in if you are under 21, and may not let you in unless you are, as my friend said, "fully pimped out."
--trying on $600 dresses is nearly worth the sneering salespeople if you find something that actually looks good. However, most of the places that sell $600 dresses ( Read more... )

I have a new hero. He is tall, dark, works part time as a housing officer here, and wonder of wonders, he has managed to silence the Night Bunnies. My roommate told him of our predicament over dinner and later that night he paid a quiet, discreet visit to our neighbors. And Lo, That Night There Was Silence and It Was Good.  I do not  know what he ( Read more... )

So last night was Attack of the Killer Night Bunnies, Part II. We had talked to the office after the last performance to complain, and they said they were drafting a letter (Dear International Students, Don't Be Annoying So Hard) and we could call the security desk if they got loud again. Oh, and quiet hours actually did exist, starting at 11 pm. ( Read more... )

You know what's not especially fun? Being kept awake until 2 am by a bunch of Spanish matadors who are practicing their leaping, bounding, and door-slamming techniques right next door. At least, that is what my roommate and I have decided they are doing. It is rather an eerie thing, actually. When one opens the door around, say 8 pm, one encounters ( Read more... )

So yes. The layout has been changed, as part of the Get Excited And Not Terrified for England Campaign. This will probably also ensure that by the time I actually arrive in England I will need to change the layout again because Big Ben and Underground signs will be haunting my nightmares.