Today I am going to see the Royal Shakespeare Company perform Romeo and Juliet at the Theatre Royal. In the United Kingdom. Woahhh.
The more I get to know Rachel, the more she reminds me of Dana Nalven. Also it’s fucking weird that I have so many friends named Dana at this point that I have to refer to one of my best friends by her first and last name. But seriously, it’s the speed with which she moves (or rather, the lack of speed with which she moves), the things she talks about and how she says them, the way that she always wants ice cream, and how she always makes out. Although, I really can’t see Rachel moving to Hawaii on a whim without saying more than three words about it, or studying to read people’s chakras and Myan tarots.
If there’s anyone here that I’ve met that I can identify with, it’s Jess. She’s from Maryland, and I found pictures of her being a little punk-ass in high school on her facebook. I could tell that she didn’t care about the shoe story that she was telling last night.
I’m in Newcastle upon Tyne, about a 4 hour train ride from London! I’m way north! One of very few Americans!
Apparently in the UK “I would probably sleep with you” is some sort of compliment. No more dates. I just want to dance.
Daniel Defoe, you are breaking my balls.
Jojo’s (Yanna’s) husband is here. He’s been here for four days. I just found out he was here, but I had suspected she had a dude over because the toilet seat was up every time I went into the bathroom. He’s like 40. Whatever, he gave me this weird doll that looks like a monkey.
I didn’t intend to take another British lit module, but, when in Rome, right?
11. I am still considered “a piece of work”, even by European standards.
1. Irish dudes dig this.
2. I am usually right. (as if I didn’t already know this.)
3. The only time that I ever get pimples is when spending more than 2 days in a city. (actually New York sparked this hypothesis, and this week has proved it.)
4. If your hostel fucks you over, you can always sleep at the nearest airport.
5. Rachel always makes out.
6. Germans are completely accepting of cleavage, but may kick you out of Oktoberfest (or at least off of the table that you are dancing on) for showing off a little midriff.
7. The UK is making me think about it.
8. Next time, plan in advance.
9. What a duvet is/how to put a blanket inside a duvet. I still don’t quite understand the point.
10. I love Germans.
means back to almost getting hit by cars constantly
Everything is catching up to me at the worst time. I was ahead of this for so long.
That is not true, it’s just a title of one of the chapters of Everything is Going to Be Great by Rachel Shukert, and it’s kind of how I feel. I have two pairs of pants, one sweatshirt, three t-shirts, six pairs of socks, and five pairs of underwear (stuffed into a Nalgen bottle) stuffed into my backpack. Also two books and a notebook and a towel. I have minimal toiletries. I am not bringing a hairbrush.
The fact that I’m making myself nauseous about this trip I guess means that I’m really challenging myself. I haven’t been scared about my own actions in a really long time.
might die this weekend.
I am like one of those annoying children/stupid girls on their birthday who keep reminding people that it’s their birthday. Except for me it’s just like……..I’M IN ENGLAND I’M IN ENGLAND AREN’T I GREAT??????!!!!!!!!!!