OFF TO SPRING BREAK!

enjoying the rare sun in England

WOOO! I'm off for my spring break. I'll be in Ibiza and then Romania! I'll be back to blogging soon, young grasshoppers. :)

Miss me!

Goofy Pictures at Stonehedge

First of all, sorry for being AWOL lately. I have had mucho to do since it got nice outside- the ultimate battle: homework vs sunlight.

On the other hand, I've been busy planning my SPRING BREAK!!! Or as they call it here, Easter break. This year I'm going to Ibiza (an island off of Spain known for beaches and clubs) and (if you're my father, LOOK AWAY!) Romania. Why Romania? Bran's Castle of course! Bran's Castle is "Dracula's" castle. We're there for a while, so me and my travel buddy Ashley, are going to do day trips to Czech Republic or Poland.

Anyway, this past weekend I visited Bath, England and Stonehedge. My friends and I wanted to take cool pictures instead of the typical standing-in-front-of-stones pictures.

 "you can't sit with us!"

 Shayla was not happy....

 Holding up the stones

 Jumping picture!

 Attempting to "Stonehedge" Sara

 She fell...

 Reenacting..

Pyramid!

GETTING ON THE BANDWAGON

So, I'm going to pull a hipster on you:

I read the Hunger Games before you did.

If fact, I guarantee that I read the whole series before you even started the first book. I'm just that cool.

So when all this Hunger Games movie phenomenon came out, I wasn't mad/annoyed/whatever. They are good books! I'm glad people are reading them!

But let's talk about the movie. I did not have high hopes for the movie. In fact, I went in with no expectations. I left disappointed. The Peeta/Katniss relationship had no chemistry. In fact, I thought the actors for Cinna (her costume mentor)/Katniss had WAY more sexual tension than Peeta/Katniss. I loved the costume and set design, and I really think they'll win an Oscar for that this upcoming year. I loved the games, and portrayal of the districts. But the story isn't really about that, is it? It's about Peeta/Katniss, at least in this one. And the actors just did not do it for me! Their scenes were corny, forced, and horrible. Ugh. So horrible.

End rant.

So, I wouldn't go see it. But, if you do, be prepared!

Uncomfortable:

You know what else is uncomfortable? This picture.

Lezzz be honest here, people.

Things that make me uncomfortable:

When people compliment my looks/hair/clothes/face/body parts.

When men cry in movies.

Sex scenes in movies, when your parents walk in/watch movie with you.

Sex scenes in general.

Saggy cleavage on old women. It needs no explanation.

When people mention my blog to me in real life.

When people say they are jealous of my life/living in England/travelling. I mean, it's your life too. Do something!

When a non-friend/acquaintance tells me all their deep, dark secrets.

When people post "Let's Talk Over Pretend Coffee" blog posts.

When I have to poop when company is over. To poop or not to poop?

When I receive a bad grade on a test/paper and having to lie so I don't look stupid.

People touching/patting my hair.

Popular kids from high school pretending we're best friends.

Running into guys who flirted with you/bought you a drink and you rejected them.


Oh, the uncomfortable-ness. What makes you uncomfortable?

My Yearbook Page

Every year, the SIE programme (Study in England) has a yearbook for all the students to remember the year by. I (finally) finished mine. I decided to share it here! (Notice the similarities to my blog design and my yearbook page? Hehehe.) I was voted "Most Likely to Speak Their Mind". I don't know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult... but I'll just go with it. :)

Pictures from left to right, top to bottom.

1: Me, for Halloween. I was Cleopatra!
2: Me and my friend Bjorn, about to gorge walk! A gorge walk is pretty much swimming/hiking upstream, against the water.
3: The Notre Dame.
4: A typical train ticket. How I get around, besides coach.
5: Me and my friend Sara, before a night out!
6: Me and my roommate, John! Costume party again, I was a hippie and he was a tree spirit!
7: Me in front of the Alps in Switzerland.
8: Me and my friend Sara at the German festival in Birmingham. I kept that huge glass. :)
9: All of us in the Lake District hiking up a mountain.
10: A rainy day on the coach.
11: Fish n' chips and mushy peas.

York & Little Captures

Once upon a time, I went to York and Whitby. Then didn't blog about it. Whoops.

I was having fun taking random pictures of my friends in Starbucks where we were hiding out, because it was coooold.

Then we went to a Nordic viking museum where you get in a ride, and these plastic things reenact what the ye ol' vikings did back in the day.

Then we went to the Yorkshire cathedral and it was super cool, because it has the biggest stain glass windows in all of Europe.

Then we went to the cutest little town called Whitby right on the shore, where I did bad cartwheels and saw donkeys giving rides to kids.

But here, let me show you.

Got the Funnies

It's time for some Tumblr inspiration! I haven't been doing much, just hangin' out, doing homework and napping. Here are some of my favorite "funnies" from tumblr. Just think of this as the Sunday paper... just on a Wednesday.

Ode to Lake Superior

My state is pretty awesome. Minnesota has everything: snowy winters, hot summers, colorful fall, and crisp spring.

But what I really love is Lake Superior. As you know, I live in Duluth, Minnesota. It's a city that lives right off of Lake Superior. It's where I go to take a lake side stroll. It's where I go to jump in and swim. It's where I go to watch the waves crash into our light house.

It touches Minnesota. It touches Canada. It touches Wisconsin. It touches Michigan.

It's cool to think that this water I'm touching is touching two countries and three states at the same time.

That someone on the other side of this unimaginable sized lake is also reaching down and touching the water. That someone else on the other side of this lake goes to Lake Superior to think, to swim, to walk.

This Lake is amazing. Did you know that it has a retention time of 191 years? That means, the one droplet from the sky won't fully evaporate until 191 years has passed.

I can't wait to go home and sail on this lake. It's something to awe, to fear, to respect. This lake is going to be here long after we all die. And that's pretty damn cool.

DAY IN THE LIFE OF ME

I'm going to do a Wednesday***, because those are my most productive days.

8:00: Alarm goes off. Snooze.

8:09: Alarm goes off. Gets up.

8:15-8:45: Get ready. Shower, get dressed, put on makeup.

8:50: Start walking to my first class, Women's Studies.

8:55: Reach the Coop. Buy a pain au chocolate and a Red Bull.

9:10: Reach City Campus, climb up four flights of stairs, and enter classroom.

9:15-12:00ish: Women's Studies class.

12:00: Walk further into town to get food.

12:15-1:15: Run errands, get Subway, go shopping, etc.

1:15: Walk back to St. John's campus.

1:30: Facebook time. Relax time. Contemplate why I should go to the next class time. Maybe run to the coop* if I need food/drinks.

2:12: Realize I'm running late to my next class, and pretty much run.

2:16: Only a minute late! Sit down. Graveyard Cultures (yes, it's as boring as the name suggests).

2:20: Try not to fall asleep. Scribble, "Stay Awake!" and "Caffffiiiineeeeeeeeee"on notebook.

4:00: Class over. Took two sentences of notes and four full pages of doodles.

4:05: Get back to my room. Hang out, go on Facebook, maybe do a little homework. Maybe take a nap. Eat toast. Probably walk to the coop with someone, if they need something from there.

6:00: Bible study, if it's that week.

7:00: Get back to my room, make dinner. Run around while jamming to music, doing hair, and eating dinner all at the same time.

9:00: Either go to someone's flat, or have people over in my flat. Party. Hang out. Play games.

10:45: Call a taxi if there are enough people, or start walking.

11:00: Arrive at Mode/Tramps**/Velvet. Enter.

11:01-Late: Shinanigans.

Late: Get out of said club, walk over to McDonalds. Order fries.

Late: Walk home (if a couple people) if many, then taxi home in which they overprice you by £3.

Late: Check facebook. Go to bed.

*: the coop is like a little grocery store only two seconds away from campus. So, they overprice everything, but we go anyway because we don't want to walk farther.

**:Yes. There is a club called Tramps. And one called Bushwackers, but I don't like that one. And a store called White Stuff. The British are funny, funny people.

***: And yes, the night to go out is Wednesday. So Dad, when you skype me on a Saturday and ask what I'm doing tonight, "nothing" is actually normal. :) Oh, and the other night to go out is Monday. Go figure.

Juno Inspired Summer

La Lake District

So, I just got some photos developed. From the beginning of the year. Oops. Some of them are from the Lake District, basically the Boundary Waters of England. It's rainy, and foresty and has a lot of sheep. Here are some film pictures of the place.

The Land of the Beatles aka LIVERPOOL

P.S. Some pictures were taken from Sara. Sorry Sara. :)

Yeah, so I had an awesome time in Liverpool. We went to the Beatles museum, the slave museum, and got a bus tour all around Liverpool. So now I know where all the Beatle's houses are, where they wrote songs, etc. It was pretty cool. :P

AWOL MIA (Ha, get it?)

Woah. I haven't blogged in a coon's age. Sorry about that. Nothing really to report- just a lot of hangin' around, walks in nice weather and the glorious food check that comes at the beginning of each month.

I've been itching lately (not physically, gross) to get back to work. To have a pay check. To do something. This is the longest I've not had a job since I was 16. That, my friends, is a long time.

I went to Liverpool, and I finally got my film camera developed, so new pictures comin' your way!

We also just had a "Minnesota" themed party, where we ate leftsa, popcorn, curly fries, apple crisp, Red Lobster biscuits and Puppy Chow. It was pretty awesome.

I've been also wanting to learn Latin lately. Is that weird?

I also saw Girl, Interrupted. Makes me glad that I'm 80% sane and never have to be institutionalized in the 1960's.

Now that we're all caught up, how are you?

P.S. I'm lovin' on my title. So punny! Get it? Get it? No? ..........