So my first non-San Diego Halloween (well since I started celebrating it) has come to pass. I went to a foam party at 5th Avenue. Quite insane. Sadly, I choked on foam and my amazing spandex, black and gold, beaded belt broke. I can still wear it, but it has lost some of its essence ( Read more... )

Along with 6 other American students, I attended an afternoon tea with the newly appointed US ambassador to the UK. I actually met Ambassador Tuttle and his wife, among many other professors and US Embassy agents. Afterwards, we were ushered into another room where about 30 English students awaited the arrival of the Ambassador. There was an ( Read more... )

Alrighty, so I forgot to make a post about the happiest day ever. Get this. I got to see Jamie Oliver. Oh yes, the Naked Chef! He was doing a book signing at Trafford Centre (this huge mall outside of the city). I was too cheap to buy his book so I couldn't meet him, BUT I did stand on the side and take pictures like a paparazzi/obssessed fan/ ( Read more... )

Alright, so I told myself that I wouldn't go out this week. I would use the time to recover and get better, seeing as I have been sick for about 3 weeks now (and new symptoms keep piling on). That didn't happen. Though in my defense, I have only gone out twice since Monday. Unfortunately, I think going against my goal has given me bad karma since ( Read more... )

I also just realized that almost all my posts from Manchester have been about guys.

Haha, I swear I have been doing other things as well...

I just want to make it known that I pulled the hottest guy ever...a Mancunian, John Cusack look-alike. And I have a HUGE thing for John Cusack.

Too bad I will never see him again. But now Joy Division is that much better...and some other stupid song. Fuck, by that point I wasn't even paying attention.

I hate lads. Especially when they keep you waiting.
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I hope he knows that he's not the only one who fancies my company.

"There's something about you that makes me not articulate very well"

Oh, if only he could understand that the feeling is mutual.

I'll probably reiterate this many, many times throughout my course here, but Manchester is absolutely amazing! When I walk into a club and witness a sing-a-long fest to the likes of T. Rex, The Smiths and Iggy Pop, then I know I've finally found home. 42nd St. is by far the best club I have gone to yet. We had to stand in line for about an hour and ( Read more... )

I have never witnessed so many grown men (aged 25-50) acting like teenage girls. It was insane. Oddly cute, but nonetheless insane. Hooky opened with the Happy Mondays and for the following two hours, no one dared to stop dancing. Oh and he did indeed play Blue Monday (I danced spastically in memory of my KSDT-ers). I was a bit nervous about going ( Read more... )