My house smells like cardboard boxes and temporary housing. I love it.

So I just found out that I in fact have a summer reading assignment. While my boss gave me the great idea of "just watch the movie, and then you can just skim the book! I did it and I got As!", the other choice is reading a book relating to the assigned theme.
So. The theme is social awareness... What does that mean to people, and any ideas on

We had two minutes of silence today in honor of the attacks last Thursday. The embassy kids all assembled on the front steps to "show our solidarity and defiance", facing Grovesnor Square, where ten minutes before there had been a "suspect package" warning and lockdown. Hella defiant. It was pretty intense... the two minutes started and all the ( Read more... )

After last night's orgy of chinese food and Pimms with the remaining crew stragglers, I had a date tonight with Mr. Poggioli, aka the Pog, aka my math teacher, a wise man with a hysterical laugh. He pays for dinners and says bad words...it feels so rebellious. Dragged along Sydney once more as a buffer, and had a magical evening of noodles and ( Read more... )

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Well. After yet another bout of emo during/after work, I recovered by huddling up in a big blanket and watching Mean Girls again. That movie soothes the soul ( Read more... )

Since I've been in the office all day, I keep going back to cnn.com to check what the latest reports are. It's so strange to see the headlines changing.
"Power outages lead to disrupted Tube service"
"Underground transportation disrupted by a blast at a station"
"London hit by blasts"
"TERROR IN LONDON!!!!"

ahh....

Okay. Work is slightly less boring now. The marines went on the loudspeaker to announce two blasts at Tube stations, and to stay away from other stations. I was all ready for the embassy to go crazy with terrorist rumours, but actully, no one seems to mind that much... my coworkers were joking about it, hactually ( Read more... )

So I've become boring. Really, really mind-explodingly boring. Most days I drag myself home from work to collapse on the couch, eat, then go back to the couch and slip into a food coma until bed. This kind of schedule makes me wonder why I'm so tired in the mornings. It's not like I work-out or anything, oh no, no energy for that. It's not that I ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a bit less mind-blowingly awful as the other workdays. When I came in, I had letters from both Jeremy and Dana (why the hell are they always intertwined?) and I managed to bring enough candy and magazines to entertain myself. I have my own office, so people don't really bother me/ I'm utterly alone. We have an unspoken understanding ( Read more... )