home

paris was amazing. beautiful & exciting.

but i sure am relieved to be back in an english-speaking country.
being in paris made me realize how much i appreciate london.

being in london made me realize how much i appreciate home.

& i mean my REAL HOME.

don't get me wrong, london will always be my 2nd home. it's everything i imagined & more. i feel like somehow london, it's culture, & the accents were created simply to fit my lifestyle (haha) if that's even possible.

you know when you go on a trip? somewhere far far away. you expect to go home right after the trip, right? well that's how i felt as the 4 day trip was coming to a close. for the first time since i've been abroad, i felt the pangs of homesickness. 

not that i haven't wished i was back in the states-- but i've kind of resisted the feelings of missing home, just because there's no point in being miserable wishing i was home while being in one of the largest & most amazing cities. & wishing i was back in london when i'm back in the states.

i might as well enjoy being where i am, while i'm in it. carpe diem, right?

but. 

england doesn't have thanksgiving. 

they drive on the left side of the road.

everything is expensive.

they don't get snow until february.

everyone i really cannot live without is not here.

in short. i'll allowing myself to miss home for 5 seconds.

cheers

going to sleep in london, to wake up in paris

it's finally the start of mid-semester break here!

all of my flatmates have already departed for their vacation; the three girls i am traveling with, and myself included of course, are the last to leave the flat.. it's a bit sad in such an empty, quiet flat (typically there are 13 of us).

it's going to be a LONG bus ride, & i mean LOOOOOONNNNNGGGGG.

giving me plenty of time to sleep... ponder.... read perhaps? i'll probably just be sleeping though.

it's cheerio to london, & bonjour paris!

(for 4 days! yipeee)

sometime tomorrow i'll be sword-fighting with baguettes in front of the eiffel tower.

cheers !

adam levine. sex on legs.

that would be the definition if his name was in the webster dictionary.
but i believe the urbandictionary definition appears as 'sex on a stick'

misery

so apparently i am supposed to study while i am "studying abroad" ?
that is most outrageous idea i have ever heard in my life!
i thought this was a playtime for me; a time to travel, galavant about with british boys, and to fill my stomach full of cornish pasties?

no you say?
{mind you, all the above is a joke, as is this blog i keep.}
but seriously, i feel like 'study abroad' is just a euphemism for 'let's take bullshit classes and just dick around'
not just for me, but for everyone.
not that i'm complaining at all.  :)

but i've only recently felt the need to really buckle down & do work, as it is the last week of classes for me. i've got 3 (4 if you count the in-class essay for the exam) papers due within the early portion of the upcoming week as well as an additional presentation, not to mention 2 more exams.
to which i drag a very unenthusiastic huzzah from my mouth.
& THEN I BEGIN MY INTERNSHIP WITH THE VERY COOL AMY FLEURIOT OF CYCLODELIC. 
{she's amazing by the way, as well as her adorable shiba inu pup, hiro.... although he gets easily excited, if you know what i mean. pictures to come}

but for now i'm attempting to write some papers WHILE MY EARS JAM OUT TO THE ORGASMIC SOUNDS OF MAROON 5.
{maroon 5 - hands all over 2010}
i'm thoroughly enjoying every song thus far. esp NEVER GONNA LEAVE THIS BED

which i wish i could do on this dreary london afternoon.

cheers !