London Calling
Posted by lorie at 10:14 AM on November 21, 2004.
I still have not had the time, ability or power to make a suitable layout for my Tabulas. So, alas, I will go on with the sad and rather ugly default template.
My closet. Is finally. Clean. Don't you enjoy it when people do that to sentences? They put periods where they don't belong just to show how dramatic and important that series of words really is. But then they just end up looking like dumbasses. Huh.
Oh, right. So, my closet is clean. Now I have a gnormous (I've heard tons of people start saying 'gnormous' in the past few weeks and it's filtered into my inner dictionary) pile of dirty clothes by my windowseat, awaiting the proper moment to be washed. I've been trying to organize the rest of my room, which is going shockingly well, and just havn't had the time for anything. Including homework. Yes, yes, I'm a slacker/idiot/git/failure. Believe me, I know. But I had to put off homework. I couldn't FUNCTION in this room, and it was effecting my schoolwork. So yeah.
I learned something awesome today. I am a fourth German, and the rest is Cherokee Indian, Irish, Scottish and English. This has to explain my obsession with Europe and Ireland and other such countries. Which, amazingly enough, spins me right back to the topic of High School. Oh, what stress thy yonder assignments giveth.
So, I want to be a journalist. But I really want to study abroad. As in study abroad at the Uni of London for a month and earn six hours while GOING TO FREAKING LONDON, the place I have dreamed about and obsessed over for a few years now. I've always liked London. Well, I've liked the idea of London. I remember thinking about the place when I was smaller after I first saw it on television. The idea of being free to go about such a huge city, hop on the Underground, take college classes with other people, meet uppity-ups and tour the BBC, stay in a FLAT. Come on, the US does not have flats. I know they are relatively the same thing, but I just like saying 'flats.' So sue me.
I got a B+ on my first Algebra final. Boo. Algebra is the most fun class, other than Computer Technology, which is SUCH a blow-off course. If I do a lot and work hard, I can get out of high school a year or two early. Which would rock.
I know this is a rather pointless, thrown together blog, but I do not care. It's four AM, I can't sleep, and I'm confused with life. It's amazing to go through life and be on the outside looking in at everyone. It makes you smarter than the average bear, which I've realized slowly but surely, but it's damn lonely.
"I can't sleep tonight
Everybody saying everything's alright
Still I can't close my eyes
I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me?"
- Travis, "Why Does It Always Rain On Me"
There is nothing like ending a blog with an angsty, fitting set of lyrics from a British band. Nothing.
My closet. Is finally. Clean. Don't you enjoy it when people do that to sentences? They put periods where they don't belong just to show how dramatic and important that series of words really is. But then they just end up looking like dumbasses. Huh.
Oh, right. So, my closet is clean. Now I have a gnormous (I've heard tons of people start saying 'gnormous' in the past few weeks and it's filtered into my inner dictionary) pile of dirty clothes by my windowseat, awaiting the proper moment to be washed. I've been trying to organize the rest of my room, which is going shockingly well, and just havn't had the time for anything. Including homework. Yes, yes, I'm a slacker/idiot/git/failure. Believe me, I know. But I had to put off homework. I couldn't FUNCTION in this room, and it was effecting my schoolwork. So yeah.
I learned something awesome today. I am a fourth German, and the rest is Cherokee Indian, Irish, Scottish and English. This has to explain my obsession with Europe and Ireland and other such countries. Which, amazingly enough, spins me right back to the topic of High School. Oh, what stress thy yonder assignments giveth.
So, I want to be a journalist. But I really want to study abroad. As in study abroad at the Uni of London for a month and earn six hours while GOING TO FREAKING LONDON, the place I have dreamed about and obsessed over for a few years now. I've always liked London. Well, I've liked the idea of London. I remember thinking about the place when I was smaller after I first saw it on television. The idea of being free to go about such a huge city, hop on the Underground, take college classes with other people, meet uppity-ups and tour the BBC, stay in a FLAT. Come on, the US does not have flats. I know they are relatively the same thing, but I just like saying 'flats.' So sue me.
I got a B+ on my first Algebra final. Boo. Algebra is the most fun class, other than Computer Technology, which is SUCH a blow-off course. If I do a lot and work hard, I can get out of high school a year or two early. Which would rock.
I know this is a rather pointless, thrown together blog, but I do not care. It's four AM, I can't sleep, and I'm confused with life. It's amazing to go through life and be on the outside looking in at everyone. It makes you smarter than the average bear, which I've realized slowly but surely, but it's damn lonely.
"I can't sleep tonight
Everybody saying everything's alright
Still I can't close my eyes
I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
I get the strangest feeling you belong
Why does it always rain on me?"
- Travis, "Why Does It Always Rain On Me"
There is nothing like ending a blog with an angsty, fitting set of lyrics from a British band. Nothing.
1 comments
kaolla
Setting my sights on England... -_-''
*sigh* Ironic that even though we live a few hours away we have more of a chance of going to colleg ein the same foreign country.