How Frustrating

So this morning I woke up to a s***-hole. Julia and her friends, at 6:30pm today are STILL picking it up. Some of my food is gone, and we have no toilet paper. Right, right. Cheers.

I left around noon to go to a football match. But, the website gave me the wrong directions, and I ended up in Shenfield. Where is Shenfield? I'll give you an idea: an 30 min. trainride out of London. Sweet.
I tried calling my friends' cells, but they weren't working.
I finally ended up finding out that I was literally on the opposite side of London, perhaps the world, and it took me 2 hours to get to the bloody stadium. I got there 10 minutes before it ended. How nice.
The tube was super congested-full. I'm sick. I'm tired. I'm grumpy (can ya tell?). I'm going to just stay in tonight, I think, do some laundry, read...maybe I'll try to find some cheap n' easy thing to do, something that can let me just cool my jets.

A Turk Night

Another ridiculous night.
So Denysha, Eliana, and I met 2 Turk guys I met on some online thing. They were nice guys, so it was grand, but it was AWKWARD. 1) the guys were 24 & 29. 2) they could not speak english. 3) they were awkward. We went to a pub with them, then we ended up goin to dinner because us girls were starving. We even got desert. The guys did not eat because they were too busy smoking their Malboros. They sure asked some messed up questions, like how does Las Vegas get their water and electricity? They wanted to go out to a club with us, but we bailed.
Just a side note: Oz, the 24-year-old looks JUST LIKE my friend Sam Z. from home. I got flustered because I kept thinking it was Sam, only he had a lower voice, and spoke broken Turk-English . Levent wasn't bad looking either, the 29-year-old.
So we ended up at my place, where my roommate Julia (I say with such affection...bitch) was throwing a kegger. In London. Classy.
We left that quickly, and found some little cafe where they were playing foosball. We hung out there for a while, and then ended up back at the pub Print Works. I hate that place, I say with loving memories. We ended up staying til close because a lot of NYU kids came in and we were dancing. That means, we were dancing with very drunk classmates that we will see in a completely different situation on Monday. Ridiculous.
I got back to my place around 3am, but Julia (someone needs to put a leash on her) decided to continue the kegger. In my suite. Right now. Mind you, I have to wake up in the morning. I could slug her.

OH! but today was lovely! I decided to hit up the Shakespeare Globe Theater. It was remarkable. All outdoor, authentic, really beautiful and vulgar at the same time. I got pictures of that. Then I got lost in South London in little creepy (and OLD) alleyways, to end up in a fish and meat market (Borough Market?). It was thrilling.

Some House-Keeping

I had my interview for Paris (the Stern IBEX program) today. I babbled for 15 minutes over about how much I want to go. She seemed to enjoy me, good. There are only 4 kids out of the entire Stern school admitted to go to Paris, bad.

I made my first dish with fish. It was a lemon-garlic salmon with carmelized onions. It was sooooo delicious. The salmon flaked, but was nice and crunchy on the outside. MMM MMM. How excited am I?!?!

That's all I have to say.

Midsummer Night's Dream

I went to see the Royal Shakespeare Company last night.
The play was delightful!
The actors were all British, 1.
2, the costumes and sets were magnificent.
3, the lighting was well done.
4, they performed without microphones.
5, they kept everything in, and included lots of physical comedy.
6, their adaptation was very creative. Puck, instead of some spritely fellow, was a tired old sarcastic man. He was wonderful. Hilarious, poignant, and had wonderful stage abilities.
7, good-looking men. EVERYWHERE.

In the audience, I am ashamed to say, I was oggling at a bunch of private-high school boys. They must've been 17, at most. They were just well dressed, and beautiful. Don't worry, I'm not a pedafile. But damn, they don't make them like that anymore.
As a defense, the NYU row we had was probably the oldest set of people in the theatre. It was all grade-school girls and high school boys.

Oh, and I aced my Marketing project that is 25% of my grade. Go us. The Marketing professor has taken a liking to me, and has asked me to become his "class rep". Whatever that job entails, I haven't a clue. But I'm flattered.
I'm sick again because my roommate Julia decided to get wasted last night and keep the entire building up with drunk calls. How nice of her. We're REALLY close, can ya tell?
I went shopping today for a gym bag and got a cute little hoody, too. I feel SO BRITISH right now.

Wow....

So tonight, Denysha, Eliana and I met at Wagamama's to get some dinner. We had wasabi chocolate fudge cake. It. was. amazing.

Then we walked around for a while, a romantic adventure, if you will.

Then we ended up at a pub (The Print Works). We grabbed some drinks, and targeted our prey. We made it a point to talk to these 2 guys in the corner. Turns out, one lives outside of London, Peter, the other is 50/50 Aussie/British, Damian. They were cute. We had some GOOD TIMES. Eliana got a little.....silly, and shaked her booty a whole lot, you know, to attract them. Denysha and I just chit chatted with them. They were wicked nice. They even bought us drinks! Then Eliana got a little ill, so I went to fetch some water, and I got hit on at the bar by a 100% french man, Fred! He spoke to me mostly in french (!), and then Eliana got me his number (long story).

So the club closed, and we ended up back at their flat just down the block (and oddly enough, really close to where I live). We stayed there for tea, and then finally headed out (at 5am). We swapped numbers. Now, will we see them ever again? Who knows, but it was a blast. And highly interesting.

When I got home, I discovered some Turkish man on Skype is in love with me, and wants me.... and so the story continues...NIGHT!

Next Time I'm Going to a Pub...

This afternoon I went to the University of London's Senate House and read until they closed.

Tonight Eliana, Denysha, and I went to a club called Play Bar. We got there wicked early. They served us orange-flavored M&Ms. Odd, but good.
Then the bass started, it was very similar to last weekend, only a lot more of an ethnic mix, a little less classier, and smaller. Ok, the music was similar, and that was about it...

Then when the club started, I realized that I'm not much fond of clubs. They're too booty-bouncing sexually-inclined-weirdos for me. I'm much more into the whole laid-back pub atmosphere "scene". Where I can wear my chucks, my jeans, and my very modest shirts. Nothing too hoochy-mama-ish. Granted, Eliana and Denysha always look great and very refined, but the other girls?! HOO-WEE! Damn! I think it'd be more efficient to just go naked!

We saw a very trashed indian girl go from drunk, to wasted, to throwing up into assorted glasses, to trashed, to dancing and making out with her boyfriend. It was special.

I left early. I had grown a big headache from the extreme bass, and I felt really out of place anyways.

3 Weeks Later, And Still Sick

I don't think I've ever sneezed so much in my entire life....