Buh? What? I'm up, I'm up. Something about napping in the afternoon was just...wrong. I scratched my head and searched vainly for clothes to throw on, the emphasis being on the vainly bit. My skin was all puckered and ripply from the cushions on the couch, and me in underwear isn't something that many people have seen, or will see if I have ( Read more... )

I kinda miss hospital. Well, not so much the being in hospital as having an excuse to lie around and be waited on by the nurses. Come to think of it, I never did get that sponge bath ( Read more... )

Hey y'all!
Since nobody took the bait to play Knox, would anybody have any objections to me taking him on?
xo
Dan

The simultaneously disturbing and liberating feeling of being detached from your body. The soft and enveloping assault of white; being surrounded by nothing and everything. Floating nauseatingly close to your own body and the realisation that something wasn't right with it. The particularly clarifying high of pethidine. Like sticking your tongue to ( Read more... )

Monday:
8 - 9:30: Intro to Psychology
11 - 12:30: Critical Thinking Through English Lit
1:30 - 3: Art Culture and History

Tuesday:
8 - 9:30: Reading Sports Culture
10 - 11: Theories of Postmodernism, Culture and Technology
5 - 6:30: PE - Phyiscal Fitness and Wellbeing

Wednesday8 - 9:30: Intro to Psychology ( Read more... )

And so it begins, the not-quite-daily chore of turning up to class and not really paying attention. Oh my god is art history not the most boring subject ever...Michaelangelo blah blah blah Botticelli blah blah blah. I worked in an art gallery. I knew all this stuff. Okay, maybe the 'history' part in 'art history' should have given it away, but ( Read more... )

I left Fred's apartment early. I guess I was still jetlagged, I just died and couldn't keep my eyes open. I managed to find my way back to Stevenson with no problems - they have trails of coloured lights along the paths. If I ever meet who came up with that idea, I just might ask them to marry me ( Read more... )

This Californian weather is a killer. Any day now I just know I'll be collapsing on the footpath and splashing a whole bunch of pedestrians. Of course, having a warddrobe full of English weather clothes doesn't exactly help the problem. I'd have to buy a whole new kit, well, that or walk about half-naked, but with my beautiful English tan, I'd have ( Read more... )

I sat on my bed, sorting through the accumulated debris of the day. Leaflets for jello shots...that's going to take a bit of getting used to. Marmalade = jelly. Jelly = jello. Rubbish = trash. Ah, sweet cultural divide. Any day now I'll be craving boiled meat and warm beer. I guess that's the kind of stuff dad had to put up with going everywhere ( Read more... )

America is such a trip! It's sunny all the time. I'm going to have to buy sunglasses for the first time in my life. Clothes, too, are a total issue. English weather clothes are not designed for Californian weather. I've been like Mr Sweaty wandering around campus working out where everything is. Still, all the girls seem to dig the accent, which is ( Read more... )