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Monday, May 15th, 2006
11:47 am	I think I'll try defying gravity... As my time in The Armpit of England draws to a close (six days, people), I'm reminded of a frustrated journal entry that I wrote towards the begining about the things I missed most about being home. As such, I feel that it's only approporiate to conclude with an entry detailing the things I'll miss most about England. Yes, I know. Shock of shockers: I'm going to miss this place. But, not in the way you might think. 1. Molly 2. Chelsea 3. Helen 4. Nicole 5. The massive supply of salt and vinegar chips 6. Hitting "pockets" (that's what we call the zones of weird smell that permiate throughout the city). Okay, maybe I won't miss the pockets, but I'll sure miss laughing about it. 7. Oxford 8. Scotland 9. Ireland 10. Sleepers (the most FABULOUS restaurant in Hull, although that's not saying much) 11. Stomach-turning bus rides that also count as near-death experiences 12. BANOFFEE PIE! 13. Portabello Road in Notting Hill 14. Haunted Houses in Beverly 15. Gettin carded even though the drinking age is 18 16. Sweet Thai Chili potato chips 17. Late night chats in Molly's room 18. Laughing at Chelsea's attempts to be "at one" with nature so her karma doesn't get screwed up. 19. NOT having a TV, and therefore being forced to find other forms of entertainment 20. Hearing a horse trot down the street, and knowing that it's a funeral procession 21. Forcing people to repeat themselves five times when they speak 22. Being able to just "decide" to go to France at the last second 23. London in general 24. Having my own huge-ass room I'm coming home at noon next Sunday. I'll be in Glenview until Tuesday, at which point Roger and I are moving in to our new house in Springfield, and then I'm sprinting over to M9. I'm going to have to find another job, as Gordman's was ripped apart (quite literally) by the tornado, and won't re-open officially until August. Roger and I are going to Florida sometime in June, we talked about going camping sometime in July, and my ENTIRE family will be in Chicago in August. Yikes. I'm ready to go home and anxious to get back into a routine and to be surrounded by the people I love the most, but I'd be lying if I said that this current state of limbo where all I have to concern myself with is packing for the next few days isn't somewhat blissful, I'd be lying. Chelsea leaves on Thursday. Molly and Helen leave on Friday. Nicole is already gone. Things are going to be so strange seven days from now. But I'm ready for it. I'm ready for the change. I want to go home, dammit! Current Mood: sleepy (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 25th, 2006
4:18 pm	Northwest Airlines Needs to Die Really. I need to get the hell out of this damn place, so I asked my mom to get my ticket changed so that I could go home next Saturday because I'll be done with my exams by then, and I see very little point in sitting around in this crap hole that passes for a town for two unecessary weeks. My mom called me today to inform me that it is going to cost $1700 to change my fucking ticket. As you may have guessed, I'm a little less than thrilled at the moment. So, no M9, I will not be returning early. I looked all over the internet for about an hour and a half tonight in desperation trying to find a ticket under $350, because that's how cheap it would have to be to make it worth the while. Alas, nothing. I hate this place. I would walk home if I knew the way. Current Mood: bitchy (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 22nd, 2006
7:01 pm	I'm noticing a trend... So, as is a recurring theme when I write most of my LiveJournal entries, I should be writing a paper right now. A 4000 word paper. On a book I haven't read. However, unlike past papers, this one isn't due tomorrow, it's due Monday. So, I've still go some time. Like, 36 hours, or so. That's plleeeennnnntttty. Easter Break (because that's what the stupid Brits call it) was AHmazing. Helen, Nicole and I went to Paris, Barcelona, Switzerland, and Italy. Paris was so much fun. I have to admit that it was the place that I was least excited about, and that we really only went because the tickets from London were cheap. I'm so glad that we're cheapskates, though, because I think that everyone needs to go to Paris at least once. Aside from being one of the most romantic places I've ever been to, it's also one of the coolest. We didn't really experience any anti-American sentiment except for one waiter who was rude to us because we didn't speak French. As far as the riots went, they prevented us from going to the Louvre and other places in that area on our last day, and we did walk RIGHT into a protest when we came down from the Eiffel Tower, but noticed all the screaming and police in riot gear, and decided that it was time to get the hell out of there. Other than that, we felt very safe. We saw the Arc d'Triump (or however the hell you spell it), Notre Dame, the Moulin Rouge, Van Goh's house, the Sacre Cour (once again, I don't speak French), the Eiffel Tower, and decided to try some absinthe, which might have not been such a good plan. In fact, Helen and I practically finished off a bottle ourselves, along with some other shots that people just kept buying for us. That fun was promptly followed by Helen making out with some random Canadian guy, and then both of us returning to the room to vomit our guts out because I'm fairly certain that we had alcohol poisoning. But, even though I felt like I wanted to throw myself into the Seine the next morning, it was still so much fun and absolutly worth it. Barcelona was equally as enjoyable. The weather was beautiful, and it was nice to be some place where I could understand what people were saying to me. Granted the men were a little more vocal about hitting on us, and Nicole almost got dragged off by some strange Spanish man, and probably wouldn've been chopped up into little bits to be scattered about the countryside if I hadn't started screaming at him in Spanish. That's right, I busted out the Spanish skills. After that, we didn't go out at night much. There wasn't much need to, of course, because my liver was still pissed at me for nearly causing it's demise in France. The food was delicious; I'm certain I could live on paella for the rest of my life and not get sick of it. Most of what we did involved the architect Gaudi, as a lot of his buildings are in Barcelona. If you ever wondered where Dr. Suess got the inspiration for Whoville, look no further. I can't even do his buildings justice- nothing is angular, all the corners, doorways, and windows are shaped organically. Everything looks as though it's made out of clouds. It was incredible. We went to two of his buildings, one called La Perdrera, and another called Casa Mila. Both were apartment complexes with very expensive apartments. We also went to a park that he designed called Parc Guell where his actual house was. This guy was cracked out, let me tell you. I think he may have gotten ahold of some of that Absinthe we were drinking in Paris. Other than our Gaudi extravaganza, we also saw La Font Magica, and Placa Cataluna. Our hostel was right in the harbor (it's only redeeming quality other than free internet), so we could walk to the beach and sun ourselves on the ocean. This, too, was one of the most romantic places I've ever been. Apart from all the sexual harassment, I mean. Geneva....sucked. It rained the whole time, so there was nothing to do. The food sucked, and everything was hella expensive. We did get a good view of the Alps while landing, but that was overshadowed by the fact the Nicole was crying hysterically because she thought we were going to crash into them (please note that this was the ONLY day that we spent in Switzerland that was sunny, beautiful, and cloudless. She's nuts.). We kind of just slept a whole lot and couldn't wait to get out of there. That's about it. Italy was possibly the highlight of the trip. Getting there was a little arduous (okay, a lot and I might have wanted to kill some people in the process) because Helen and I decided that it would be super-fun to take a train from Geneva to Rome. We were wrong. Very VERY wrong. On our way from Geneva to Milan, our train was stopped in the middle of nowhere so that men with machine guns could get on-board and check everyone's passports to make sure that no one was a terrorist. After the first of five men to check our passports punched me in the face to wake me up (there goes that famous Italian hospitality), we missed our connection from Milan to Rome. In order to get our tickets transferred to another train, we had to wait in four different lines for three (that's 3) hours, only to get to the end of each line to find crabby, disgrunteled workers who told us we needed to go somewhere else, one of which who pretended not to speak English even though we'd heard him do so not five seconds before. Finally, we got on a train and made it to Rome, and the apartment of Helen's friend Vanessa, around midnight. Needless to say, we crashed. The next morning, we had a fabulous lunch and went to see the Pantheon, the Trevi Fountain, the Spanish Steps, and the Colliseum (I think that's how you spell it, anyway). We went out to dinner that night with Vanessa and one of her roommates and stuffed ourselves with eggplant parmesane and tiramisu. The next morning, we went to the Vatican and then took a train to Florence to stay with Alex, Helen and Vanessa's friend from school. We had some more really good food at a place who specializes in steak with blueberry sauce (sounds weird, but really delish). The next few days were spent shopping and eating, basically. Florence is really lovely, but there's not a whole lot to see. That was fine with Helen and I, as we'd been doing nothing but sightseeing for the past week and a half. All I can say is that it's a good thing that I decided not to study in Rome, because I would've shopped my parents into debt and gained about 50 pounds. Before Easter Break, I had a visit from Roger, and then a week later, my parents and Janie. Roger and I had a wonderful time together. It felt really good to spend some time with him after being so far away for so long. I really missed being around him. We putzed around Hull for a few days, and then planned to go to Ireland on St. Patrick's day. Those plans, however, were thwarted when I forgot my passport in Hull, and didn't realize it until we'd arrived in London. We had to go all the way back to get it, and missed our flight. Determined to go because I'd promised him that we would, we took a train back to London the next day, and went to the airport, bought new tickets, and arrived in Cork that night. We stayed at a beautiful bed and breakfast just outside the city owned by a really nice couple who refused to charge us for the night that we missed. We only got to spend one full day in Ireland, but the weather was unseasonably beautiful. We barely needed coats. We went to Blarney Castle and Blarney Woolen Mill, and then explored the town of Cork for a while. Ireland is such a charming place. I think that if I had to live anywhere else, it would be there. On Monday, we flew to England where we were going to spend the night, and went to dinner and saw "The Producers", courtesy of my mommy and daddy. The next morning, Roger left for home and I took a train back to Hull to write a paper, and take a train back to London on Thursday to meet my parents to fly to Stockholm to meet my brother, who was playing hockey there. After a few days of pretending to be Swedish, my parents, Janie, and I flew back to London and spent two nights there. We saw "Mama Mia", and took a day-tour of Windsor Castle, Stonehenge, and Bath. They day they left we toured the Tower of London, and when their flight took, I hardly had time to miss them, as we were leaving for Paris the next day. I'm tired just thinking about all that. In other news, Hull is sucking more and more by the day. In an article I found on BBC.com, it was voted the WORST place to live in the UK, which isn't undeserved, in my opinion. This place feels like it's full of white trash, alcoholics, drug addicts, and unfriendly university students. Don't get me wrong, I've loved studying abroad, but I've hated living in Hull. In fact, I'm currently petitioning my mother to change my plain ticket so I can fly home two weeks early. After she sees the article I e-mailed her, she might be a little more enthusiastic. I really can't wait to get back home. It's not just that I miss Roger and my family, but I also miss Stacey, Audra, Jenny, Kristen, Chris, and my G-View girls terribly. I love my friends here, but I think it's time to bust out of this cesspit. Did you hear that, guys? I miss you! T-minus 28 days, assuming that I'm still coming home on the 21st. Current Mood: bored (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 4th, 2006
11:20 pm	Okay Team... We all need to update our journals, please. Paris might have kicked the shit out of me. Fucking Absinthe. Barcelona is currently the sexual harassment capital of the world. At least, that's what was going through my mind when some bastard tried to kidnap Nicole just now. Yup...gotta love skeevy European men. Freaking exhausted. That's what I am. I'll do a better update later when I'm not about to fall over. Seriously...Absinthe...what the hell were we thinking? Current Mood: blank (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 30th, 2006
6:20 am	Random thoughts on my life 1. I leave for Paris on Saturday. Too bad there are STILL riots going on. Oh well. If I die there, that'll probably be the cause. That and the fact that I don't speak French. 2. I have no food. Why? Because I've been gone for practically two weeks straight, so there was little point in buying food that would just go bad by the time I returned. And, I'm leaving again in a day and a half. So, I'm living on peanut butter and the two bags of Swedish Fish that Roger brought me. I'm so healthy. 3. I need to clean my room. That hasn't happened in two weeks, either. 4. I also need to write my paper that's due tomorrow. But I slept until 12:45. Ooops. 5. Europe is on Daylight Savings time right now, but America isn't. CONFUSING. 6. I'm gonna write an entry about Ireland and Sweden before I leave. Probably. Because if I don't, then I'll just have to add four more countries to the list of place to write about, and that's too many for one person. All right. Enough of this malarcky. SULLIVAN: OUT. Current Mood: awake (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, March 12th, 2006
2:15 pm	It all started with a bang So, I should be doing a paper right now. Notice that I'm choosing to write in my LJ instead. And it's only because people have been whining about my severe lack of entries as of late. Whatever 'hoes, I'm a busy girl. Right, so, I went to Scotland about a month ago... With Chelsea, Nicole, and Helen. Due to the fact the that people employed by the Hull train station are miserable because their lives have amounted to nothing more than punching numbers into computers, they find pleasure in fucking up people's well-planned trips to places like, oh, Edinburgh. Case and point: the train that they put us on to make our connection to Edinburgh was delayed, causing us to miss said connection. Of course, this was the company's fault, so you'd think they'd find a way to fix it, right? Well, you would be wrong in that assumption. Because the train they put us on wasn't a "connecting" train and wasn't originally scheduled to get in AFTER our connection left, they refused to do anything about the fact that we had missed the last train to Scotland for the night and now had no place to stay. Even though it was still their fault because their employees were the ones who booked us on the wrong train. So, we ended up at a Travelodge (yes, I laughed, too) for the night in the random town of Newcastle, where there was much pizza, many beers, and a lot of bad British TV. And then we got up at 5 a.m. to catch the early train to Edinburgh. Thankfully, there was a significant lack of stupidity on the part of the train company this time, and we made it there just before our tour started. Our tour guide, Tony (who was in serious need of some form of ADD medication) began our day with a trip to the William Wallace monument, just a short drive from Edinburgh. While we were lead to believe the the monument was on top of a hill, that turned out to be a lie- it was, in fact, on top of a MOUNTAIN. Getting to the top involved a very intense, laborous, almost vertical climb (this seemed to be a recurring theme throughout the weekend), but it was well-worth the work. After the Wallace monument, we began to drive through the country, and I think that's when everyone on the tour started to realize how beautiful the country of Scotland. Not only were the mountains and waterfalls and vallies like something from a postcard, but the weather was perfect. In fact, it stayed the same way all weekend, which was something of a fluke, I think. We were all told to prepare for snow and rain and any other form of undesirable weather, but what we got were clear skies, fresh air, a shining sun, and a slight crisp wind. We spent the better part of our time in sweatshirts and jeans, not parkas. Throughout the journey to our hostel for the night, Tony stopped at various places along the road with great historical significance. One such place was what used to be a settlement called Glencoe (I noticed that a lot of places on the North Shore seem to have names of Scottish towns...hmm....) that was wiped out by a huge massacre by the British army of 500 men, women, and children. His story, as you might expect, also involved a vertical hike up a mountain. The town was burned to the ground after the slaughter, but we walked through the field and were able to make out stone foundations of what were once houses. It was very surreal, and very creepy. After Glencoe, we stopped to take pictures of Ben Nevis, the tallest mountain in Great Britain, as well as some sites where the movie "Braveheart" was filmed. I swear, I've never seen a country more obsessed with Mel Gibson, even though he got the story entirely wrong (but I'll tell everyone about that when I get home). After Ben Nevis (which we did NOT climb, thankfully), we went to Eilean Donan castle, which is on some list somewhere of the top 40 things to see before you die. It really was tremendous. It had been built as a royal residence several hundred years ago, but was abandoned during a time of war, and remained uninhabited until a James Bond movie was filmed there in the 50's, and it was turned into a museum. I can't wait to show everyone the pictures...you'll think I scanned them from a guidebook, or something. They are absolutely perfect, as were most of the weekend's pictures, thanks to the weather. After we spent the night on Loch Ness (Thankfully, no one was attacked by the monster). Although the next morning dawned cold and misty, it quickly warmed up as we drove from Loch Ness to the Isle of Sky, which is home to some of the most remote parts of Scotland. We learned all about the violent on-going feud between the clans MacDonald and MacLeod, who once lived in the territory we were driving through. One of my favorite stops we made while on the island was to a place called the Faerie Falls, a beautiful waterfall with a legend that says that if you put your face in the water, you'll emerge more beautiful. I did it, just in case. After the waterfall, we took another one of Tony's "wee walks" up...you guessed it...a damn mountain. Even though I thought I was going to die from hyperventilation (I had a respiratory infection that I'm still getting over right now), all the heavy breathing was SO worth the view. Tha air was clear and we could literally see for miles. Everyone just kind of sat around and stared at the trees and the ocean and the mountains and all the fields below us, and said nothing. Tony, being a true scotsman, insisted upon passing around a bottle of whiskey (which is, consequently, the largest industry in Scotland and the second-largest in the world, second only to oil) in celebration of the lovely weather and the amazing trip. I successfully avoided peer-pressure (I didn't much feel like throwing up all over some mountain in Scotland), and chose to enjoy the view some more, instead. We spent the night on the Isle of Sky, and drove to Inverness the next day. We got a chance to walk around and take in the architecture before lunch. After Inverness, we made our way back to Edinburgh and caught our train home to Hull without a hitch. I would highly recommend Scotland to anyone who has the chance. Just avoid the haggis. The next weekend, Molly and I went to London. We stayed in Kensignton, the very "posh" part of the city. On our first night, we ate dinner at a "real" restaurant, which is something we haven't done since moving here. I don't know if it was the food or the fact that I was so hungry, but I don't think I've ever tasted anything so good in my life. After dinner, we met my friend Sandy, who is also studying in London, at a piano bar down the street that played everything from Britney Spears to the Beatles to Bob Dylan to Judy Garland. It was probably the most fun I've had since I've been here. The next morning, Molly and I set out to explore the city. We walked to Kensington Gardens to see Kensington Palace and the famous statue of Peter Pan. After that, we took the tube to Notting Hill to experience the open-air market on Portabello Road. Contrary to Hugh Grant's experiences in the movie, it wasn't a cute little fruit and vegetable market, it was a MADHOUSE. There were so many people, we could hardly walk. People were yelling and screaming at each other for no reason. I've never seen so many people or heard so many different languages in my whole life. It was like Wal-Mart on a Saturday afternoon. After almost being suffocated by the crowds in Notting Hill, we hopped the tube to Buckingham Palace, the Royal Mews, the Queen Victoria Memorial, and the greatest Belgian waffle I've ever had in my whole life (leave it to an Italian to mention the food). I was a little disappointed to see the the guards in fron of the palace we're dressed in red like in the movies, nor were they outside the gates, which foiled my plan of trying to make them laugh. So, I just took pictures instead. After the palace, we made our way to Big Ben and walked along the Thames for a little bit, just absorbing the city. Then, we met Sandy and her roommate for dinner and went out with them for the evening. Before we left the next day, we spent some time walking around Westminster Square, taking pictures of the abbey and St. Margaret's Church, and walking around the Tate Art Museum, which was very cool. I doubt, however, that anyone's feet have ever hurt as much as my feet hurt after that weekend (yes, Grandma, I was wearing good shoes). But, it was totally worth it. London is a little on the expensive side and I'm glad I don't live there, but I would love to visit again. The next day (Monday) happened to be my 21st birthday, and we celebrated by going out to dinner at a really good Mexican place in Hull, and then coming back to our hourse and goofing-off for a while, no alcohol involved, I swear. I was expecting the day to be a little lame, considering I'm so far away from everyone I love, but it actually far-exceeded my expectations. The combination of a birthday pacakage from my parents (Lindsey sent me a package with cotton candy-flavored lip gloss and underwear from Victoria's Secret) and a lot of really sweet cards, and the wonderful friends I have here, made the day very special. So, thank you to everyone for the kind birthday wishes. They helped to make my 21st birthday...less lame. A week later, I got a nice surprise from Roger and the girls of M9 with some much-needed peanut butter, Ranch dressing, Tobasco sauce, blue Orbit gum, and some other fun things. It was almost like having two birthdays. Thanks guys! So I guess I should probably work on a paper...or three...because I have to have everything all done before Roger gets here on Wednesday (this is the part of the entry where I do a little dance of happiness), and we leave for Ireland on Friday. Then, the next Thursday (two days after he leaves) my parents and Janie are coming and we're flying to Stockholm to meet my brother, who's playing hockey. After Stockholm, we're spending a few days in London. They leave on Thursday, March 30th, and then Helen, Nicole, and I leave for Paris on April 1st. After Spring break, I have exams, and then...HOME. I'm not sure what the count is exactly (Stace, wanna help me out with that?), but I do know that I'm excited as hell. But, things are good here, too. I leave you with a line from "Chicago", which I'm watching right now as another reason to not do my papers: "I'll tell you something: If Jesus Christ had been living in Chicago today and he had five-thousand dollars and came to me, things would have turned out very differently." Current Mood: ditzy (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 27th, 2006
8:32 am	I Just Have One Thing To Say... That is all. Oh yeah. It's my birthday today. I'm 21. I guess that was really two things. Three, if you wanna get all technical on me. That picture as in honor of the girls of M9. I swear that there's an entry about Scotland coming soon. Current Mood: giggly...it's my birthday!!! (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
2:06 pm	Four jobs you have had in your life: 1. Babysitter for all of Prairie Street 2. Lifeguard at Northbrook Park District 3. The best damn guest services/cashier/sales associate/entertainment/social-butterfly that Gordman's has ever had. 4. Big sister Four movies you would watch over and over: I only get FOUR?!?!?!?! 1. When Harry Met Sally- because I can quote every line, it never gets old, I order food just like Sally Albright, and I've watched it 80 thousand times since I've been in England. 2. The Wizard of OZ- because it holds the answers to all the worlds problems. And you can sing along to it! 3. Anchorman- because it reminds me of summer and makes me laugh so hard I cry. Will Ferral is a genius. I'd watch him read the news, that's all I'm saying. 4. Casablanca- an eternal classic, the foundation for all great love stories, AND it's got a piano! ** Four places you have lived 1. Glenview, IL 2. Springfield, IL 3. Hull, England 4. Uhhhh......the moon? Four TV shows you love to watch: 1 ALIAS- I can't even TELL you how much I love this show 2. Family Guy- do I even NEED an explanation? 3. What Not To Wear- Clinton and Stacey are my idols. I really feel that my calling in life is to save people from their bad fashion choices. No, I'm serious. 4. Probably a tie between Martha Stewart Live and Roseanne- What? They're both educational! Four places you have been on vacation: 1. SCOTLAND 2. Walt Disney World when I was, like, 11. But it was really wonderful. I'm hoping that I'll meet a nice boy to take me back there someday soon... 3. Missouri, Arkansas, and Tennessee with Roger for Spring Break last year. That was probably my best trip so far. 4. Colorado- If I didn't get such horrible elevation sickness, I'd want to live there. **** Four websites I visit daily: 1. www.webmail.uis.edu/exchange/ 2. www.chicagotribune.com 3. www.facebook.com -- crack cocaine, I'm telling you 4. www.livejournal.com ** Four of my favorite foods: 1. My mom's spaghetti -- (see: Facebook, The) 2. Deep-dish Chicago-style pizza. Think Lou Malnatti's 3. Pad Thai 4. Peanut butter-- Too bad they only have imposter peanut butter in England. It tastes all right, but it's like switching to margarine when you've been using butter all your life...just not the same. Four places I would rather be right now: 1. CHICAGO....i.e. my house 2. Springfield 3. Walt Disney World 4. Wherever Roger is...okay, you can all gag now. So, Molly sent me this. I got bored. I swear I'm going to write a better entry about Scotland soon. Dear Photobucket- Please stop sucking and let me upload my beautiful pictures. Love- Molly Current Mood: energetic (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 21st, 2006
11:14 am	You're....over me? When were you under me? Just a few things: 1. I've decided that I like Scotland a whole lot better than England. I wouldn't want to go to school there, though. Scottish people are fucking nuts. 2. The trip this weekend was amazing. I'm going to write a big journal entry about it as soon as Photobucket will let me upload some pictures. Probably tomorrow. 3. I turn 21 in six days. Weird. I got a package from my family yesterday, got greedy, and opened it. It was full of presents and cards. I told her about it, and she then pointed out that I would have nothing to open on my birthday. So, I promptly but all the presents back in their boxes and put all the cards in their envelopes, and closed the box. Now I guess I'll have actual birthday gifts. Sort of. 4. I'm going to London this weekend to see Sandy. And possibly a show. Hoo-ray! 5. Molly and I went and got coffee at this place called Planet Coffee today, and on the second level they have a bunch of beanbags and pillows all over the floor, and they bring your coffee to you and you just sit up there and watch "Friends" on DVD. It was pretty cool. It made me miss American TV. And Lauren. Do you hear that, Elsie? I miss you! We saw the episode where Julia Roberts steals Chandler's underwear, and the episode where Ross almost takes Rachel to her senior prom, or what I fondly refer to as "The Lobster Episode". 6. Tonight is our official start of season 4 of ALIAS. I'm thinking I might need to employ some sort of 12-step program in the near future.... That's all for now, kids. I promise picture of gorgeous Scotland soon! Until then, remember that I love you all. Current Mood: I got to watch FRIENDS today!! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 14th, 2006
6:28 pm	Square people in a world that's round... Happy Valentine's Day, I guess. I have a question to pose: is it wrong that while I believe this to be a stupid, pointless, commercialized, and wasteful holiday, I am still upset by the fact that I can't be with the person I love? While I'm upset by this every day, there seems to be more reminders of it today than any other day thus far. Usually, it's little things just little things, like songs I hear or things I see that make me think of him, but today it looks like cupid f-ing CHARFED everywhere. Today's supposed to be all about love. So, why am I in such a bad mood? I'm not a fan of airing the dirty laundry in a relationship on the internet for everyone to see, because that's not fair to the other half. But, I don't really think that this falls into that category. I guess I'm just a little more miserable today than I have been on other "bad" days. Things were going well, in fact. Other than being really sick and having coughing fits every five seconds that literally shake the earth to it's core, I've been ver content with life here. I'm getting used to it, I think. People still treat me like I'm a moron, but I guess I've come to expect that as being the general attitude towards foreigners. Which is funny, because I never would have considered myself as a foreigner in this country. I mean, I speak the langauge...that's got to count for something. We're going to Scotland on Thursday, London the weekend after that (to see SANDY! and "The Producers") and my birthday is the following Monday. I'm half expecting it to suck because on one hand, I have really awesome friends here and I know they'll make it a good day, but on the other hand, I feel sometimes like people at home have forgotten that I exist. I know that everyone is busy with their own lives, and that makes it difficult for all parties concerned. My mom barely has time to talk to me, and I feel like I'm bothering her when I do actually call her during the day. I know that she's got an empire to run, but seriously, I'm in another country that's not Canada or Mexico. I've spoken to my dad once since I've been here. Once. Strangely enough, when I'm at school, he's the person that I miss the most, probably because I talk to my mom nearly every day. Sometimes, I'll see a movie or hear a song about fathers, and I'll call him crying. Usually when that happens, I just go home for the weekend. It's going to be very interesting to see how I handle it when that happens here. My brother and sister don't make an effort to talk to me unless they need something, like help with homework or for me to edit a paper. I'm happy to help, but I miss them and I wish they'd talk to me for more than just the few seconds it takes to ask me to proof-read. I miss my friends. I miss being able to talk about nothing, rather than just catching up on the big stuff every once in a while. Enough of the depressing stuff, though. Because life is not all depressing, that's just how I feel today. But, Audra's been bugging me to put some pictures from England up, so I guess I'll do just that. For the record, this is the fourth attempt I've made to update, but I just keep getting side-tracked. I do have school, too! Well, I'm supposed to, anyway. Two weekends ago, the international office sponsored a trip to Oxford (as in the town and university). We had to leave at 6:30 in the morning, but Molly and I figured that we'd cough up the 15 pounds and do it. The town is beautiful. Breath-taking, even. I wish I had words to describe it. The university has been around since the 1200's, and I swear you can actually feel the history. That probably sounds really contrived, but if you ever get the chance to go to Oxford, you'll understand what I'm saying. See what I mean? This is one of the churches we visited. It's over 300 years old. The best part of the trip was going to this pub called The Eagle and Child. Now, if any of you are crazy CS Lewis and JRR Tolkien fans, like me, you'll know what kind of significance it has. For those who aren't, I'll explain: Tolkien and Lewis were both professors at Oxford, and after classes were done for the day, they would walk across the street near the part of the university that they both taught at to The Eagle and Child. Along with other writers, they formed a creative writing society called The Inklings. They met every evening to discuss what they were currently working on in order to share ideas and get feedback for their work, specifically "The Chronicles of Narnia" and "The Lord of the Rings". I know, right? I stood in the room where my favorite books had been written. Literally. We ate dinner there, and I couldn't even process the fact that I was sitting in the same room where Alsan and Mirkwood had been created, to the point where I could barely eat. It was wonderful. I have pictures, but Photobucket is being stupid and not letting me upload anyting right now, which probably has something to do with my internet. But, I do have a picture standing in front of the gate of Trinity College, the part of the university where Tolkien and Lewis held classes. From the left: Chelsea and Molly (both my roommates), Heather, and ME! Holy crap. I have class in eight hours. A class that I haven't been to for two weeks because I've been sick. I guess I should probably go, huh? Which means, I need to get to bed. I'll update again after we get back from Scotland. Hopefully, Photobucket will have gotten over it's hatred of me and my computer, and allow me to upload at least SOME of the pictures I take. Say a prayer. Signing off from across the globe... Miss Molly Current Mood: restless (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 6th, 2006
11:27 am	In celebration... To commemorate the fact that I figured out how to insert images into my LJ, I would like to share with the world a picture from an e-mail I recieved a few weeks ago. This is apparently "what I'm missing at home", according to Stacey and Audra, who are now identifying themselves as one person. The new Moger. Man I miss home. I'll update for real later. We're making breakfast for dinner tonight. HOORAY!! Current Mood: bouncy (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 24th, 2006
4:51 pm	I can do better than that... So, the last entry was a little depressing. I'm in a decidedly better mood today, so I thought I'd update so that I have evidence of this the next time I start to feel like crap again. I'm still not totally happy here, and I doubt that I'll ever be entirely fufilled living thousands of miles away from the things that matter mos to me, but I'm working on not being an absolute MESS all the time. Things didn't really start to get bad until this week. It might have something to do with PMS, or it could have something to do with the fact that Europeans have a horrible view of Americans. Thanks a whole lot, George W. Bush. It's slightly dejecting when you are walking along the "friendliest campus in the UK" (which is what Hull was voted) and you literally get told to "go back to your own fucking country". Maybe that's why I've been in such a bad mood the past few days. Maybe it's because I feel stereotyped and discriminated against. It's weird, because I'm a white girl from the suburbs. I've been stereotyped with that in mind before, but nothing so negative as the nationalistic staunchly republican pigs that we're made out to be here. Not to say that republicans are pigs, but apparently that's the general consensus over here. I can't talk about it anymore. It's making me too angry. Bottom line is that I'm going to do my best to make the most out of this situation. Which is why we've started planning the trips that we're taking. Nicole, Helen, and I are making an attempt to go to Wales in two weeks, but I don't know if that's going to happen. I really want to go because, DUH, I'm here and I should see as much as possible while I have to opportunity, but I don't think that communication between the two countries is very good. Most of the websites we found are in Welsh (not an easy language to understand, I've discovered) and all the towns we've found that have hostels don't have train stations. We've got some time, but things are cheaper if you book them earlier. So, we'll see what happens, I guess. On the much brighter side, we've gotten some things straightened out concerning our impending trip to Scotland. We pushed it back a week, which sucks, but the reason is because Molly found this company that does tours specifically for people in our situation around Great Britain. There's a three day one that goes all around Scotland the weekend of February 17. They arrange all our accomidatiions, and it's not that expensive. We go to Inverness and Edinbugh and Loch Ness and all the really cool, historical places. Plus, if it's the four of us, I know we'll have fun not matter what. The next weekend, which just so happens to be the weekend of my birthday, the RSC in Stratford-upon-Avon is playing "The Crucible", and I want to go to Stratford anyhow, so Molly and Nicole and I are going to go, I think. Arthur Miller isn't exactly proper Shakespeare, but I don't really care- how many people can actually say that they've had the chance to see a play at the ACTUAL Globe Theatre? Well, not exactly the real one because that one burned down, but it's the same concept. There's also some cool stuff in Warwick, which is right outside Stratford, so we'll have plenty to do. My family is coming sometime in March (I think it's the 19 or thereabouts, but I'm not positive) and we're all going to Ireland. My father's family is from Cork, so I guess we're staying there. That should be interesting...the Sullivans in a foreign country. Hmm. I wonder how this is going to work out. After our little Irish excursion, we're heading back to Hull (I don't know why because there's NOTHING to do, but I guess they "need" to see where I live and go to school and stuff) for a few days and then they're flying home. A week after that, SPRING BREAK. A whole month off to do whatever the hell I want. The plan at the moment is to leave for Dublin sometime around the 31st of March, stay there for a few days, and then fly to Barcelona, then to Frankfurt at which point Nicole will leave us because her family is visiting Hull. Helen and I are then going to take a train through Switzerland and Austria to Rome. Hell yes. I also have to go to Stockholm at some point while I'm here to see our family friends the Zimmerman's. When I'm not sure. Did I also mention that I'm actually here to STUDY?! I'm sure this is all very interesting to you folks at home...NOT. Let's listen to Molly brag about all the places she's going. I don't mean it like that at all. Please don't think I'm being stuck-up. I'm not. It's 11:30 here, and I should probably get some reading done. I have to have "Beloved" read by Friday, and I don't think that I can make myself read it because it's the most depressing book EVER. Seriously. Worse than "The Color Purple". Gah. What the hell, Toni Morrison. Goodnight, everyone. Love to all. M Current Mood: Better than I was before (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 15th, 2006
1:39 pm	Just in case anyone was wondering where I've been for the past few days... I've been in a darkened room, watching the entire first season of "ALIAS" with Molly, Nicole, and Helen. It's freaking awesome. For those of you who watch the show, you know what I'm talking about. For those of you who don't, one challenge: watch the first episode, just the first, and I dare you, nay, I DOUBLE-DARE you to not get hooked. The show is like f-ing crack cocaine. And that is all I'm going to say about that because I could go on FOREVER about it. But I won't. Seriously. Things here have been pretty normal. I mean, normal for living in a foreign country thousands of miles away from the people you love and trying to adjust to a completely different culture. That's not doing too bad, either, though. Our heat is currently out- the second time in a week and a half. It wouldn't be so bad, except that A. it's January, B. it's Sunday and all university services shut down on the weekends, except the bar, and C. our flat is, like, pre-World War 2, and isn't insulated very well. Sooo....we're all wearing every piece of clothing we own to try and stay warm. Which brings me to my next problem- I hardly have anything warm to layer because I did laundry last night and nothing is dry yet. Why is nothing dry yet? Because we have a washer, but no dryer. So, we have to let everything air-dry. Which, isn't so bad, except when your heat goes out and your only pair of sweatpants you brought with is slightly damp. But, I digress. Nicole, Helen, Molly and I went grocery shopping today because I needed bottled water (yes, I'm still refusing to drink tap water, Roger) and you'll never guess what I found in our average British market. POP TARTS. Freaking Pop Tarts. Strawberry ones. With icing. I almost wept with joy. It was a great moment in grocery shopping history. After my discovery, we went back to Nicole's house and started season 2 of "ALIAS". We finished season 1 last night, after three days of solitary confinment. It was pretty sweet. I started classes this week, which was...interesting, to say the least. The school system is very different here- there's a lot more independent study. All of the reading lists I got have, like, 500 books on them dealing with the subject of the class. But, we don't have to read all of them. Just some. Too bad they don't tell you which ones. There's also no homework. Students are expected to study constantly, yet there is no assessment based on the work they do outside of class. Most of the final assessment is based on a final essay, and an exam. The essays are (get ready to laugh) 2,000 words in length. In one of my classes, the essay is 80% of my final grade. Thank God my grades transfer back pass/fail. At least, that's what Goldgerbelle told me, but he has been full of shit before, so, we'll see. Nicole, Helen, Molly and I are planning our trip to Scotland at the moment. We want to go around February 10th, and stay in Edinburgh, the capital. We found cheap tickets on the internet for around 30 pounds round-trip, and we also found a really decent looking youth hostile for 17 pounds for two nights for a single person, which is unbelieveable. And that's for a private room. We're also currently talking about our spring break, and where we want to go for that. Nicole really wants to go to Italy, and the rest of us are down with that, so we may take two weeks and fly to Italy, and then work our way back up through the continent. I want to go to Germany because I hear the Birkenstocks are really cheap there and I need a new pair. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. I still haven't made arrangements to travel to London to see Sandy yet, but I want to wait for her to get settled before I inform her that I'm invading. Next weekend, Molly and I are going to Nottingham to visit friends of her family. There's lots of really cool historical stuff around there, and we can stay and eat for free, which is good. And, it's home cooking. Well, British home cooking, which is slightly grosser, but it's still the same concept. Chelsea, my other American roommate, just came and knocked on the door and asked if I wanted fried rice for dinner, so I think I'm gonna go help make that. Hope everything is okay back home! I miss everyone, and I want to hear from you ALL! Let me know that you haven't fallen off the face of the Earth, please. Hugs, Kisses, and Cookies- Molly Pop Current Mood: cold (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 10th, 2006
2:11 pm	To quote my rommate: "I'm not an alcoholic- I don't go to meetings. I'm a muthafuckin DRUNK!" So true, so true. As I sit here, drinking my Bacardi (my second drink of the evening...but it's okay because it helps me fall asleep), I've compiled a list to share with you all of the things I miss about being in the states. Aside from the first four, the items are in no particular order. Things I miss about America: 1. Roger 2. M9 + Lindsey and I guess Wyant. 3. My family 4. My friends from home 5. Peanut Butter 6. Not having internet that kicks you off every hour on the hour 7. Living in a place where shit doesn't close down at 7 p.m.. I guess drunken English people don't feel the need to get drunk food. As Downstairs Molly rationalized, they probably just get so drunk that they get pass the point of wanting weird, fattening food. 8. Having a television in my room. 9. Ranch Dressing 10. Having Roger around to cook for me 11. Understanding people when they talk 12. Special chicken noodle soup with the little egg in it. 13. Late nights at M9 14. Marshmellow Fluff 15. Tobasco sauce 16. ANYTHING barbecue 17. Not waking up at 4 o'clock each morning and not being able to go back to sleep 18. A bed that doesn't feel like you're sleeping on cement 19. Sleeping with another person 20. My car 21. My cats 22. Not having to pay out the ass to call people. 23. Not having to pay out the ass for everything. 24. Being able to control the temperature of my room (for the most part). 25. Steak n' Shake 26. Knowing what size I am in clothing 27. Knowing where shit is on campus 28. Having some concept of where stuff is in town 29. Not having to ride the damn bus everywhere 30. Roommates that don't scream CONSTANTLY Please don't take this as complaining. It may sound like it, but it's really not. I'm having a good time, I'm just a little homesick at the moment. I'm in a stage where I compare everything to what it's like in The States. I find myself saying, "Well, at home it's like this..." or "That would NEVER happen in America". But, I'm getting better. I don't want everyone to assume that I'm unhappy here, because I'm not totally. Just know that you're missed. Terribly. But I know that this is a good experience and that I should treasure it, which I will. Just as soon as my body adjusts to the time change and I start sleeping normally and not waking up in the middle of the night. Go me. I think I'm gonna put a movie on and finish my drink so I can fall asleep. First official day of class tomorrow. Ooooo boy! I'll write a better, happier entry tomorrow. I'm just a little bit lonely at the moment. Peace out, girl scouts. Current Mood: gloomy (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, January 9th, 2006
6:18 am	Fish and Chips is WAY grosser than it sounds... Well kids, at last, I am in England. It only took three days and lots of arguing with the arilines people. Note to everyone- if you're flying to Europe, Northwest Airlines is SOOOO not the way to go. I made it here in one piece, although I did get detained by customs for a little while because I didn't have my acceptance letter from the University (no one told me that I would need it...thanks a lot, Jonathan Goldberg-Belle), but the cranky man eventually let me go. My flat similar to Hugh Grant's in "Notting Hill." To be honest, I walk around half the time expecting him to pop out of a bush, or something. My room is GINORMOUS. There's way more space than I could ever need. Or use. Or even want. But, it makes things seem less messy when I spread my clothing out all over the floor. I'll upload pictures as soon as I find my cord. I have four roommates. Two of them, Amber and Annamaria, are Dutch. Their English is good, but they speak to each other in their won language most of the time, which makes me a little angry. But, whatever. The other two are Americans. Chelsea is from North Carolina. She's very quiet and I haven't spoken to her much. But...my other roommate is from Alabama and her name is...wait for it....MOLLY. Yes, that's right. There's another Molly. And we're both loud. And talk a whole lot. It's gonna be AWESOME. We're getting along great. We go everywhere together, and people have started calling us "The Mollys". She's downstairs Molly, and I'm upstairs Molly, though. I'm starting to get used to the differences here. Like, people driving on the wrong side of the road doesn't seem so odd to me. However, if I were the one doing the driving, that might be a different story. The money isn't as confusing to me anymore (their smallest bill is a 5, everything below that is coin), and I'm even starting to understand people. In the movies, everyone's british accent is very clear and easy to understand. However, in Hull, the accents are thicker and more rural, and I had the darndest time trying to figure out what the hell people were saying to me. But, I've almost got the hang of it. As everyone can see, I've got internet now. So, I fixed that little problem, even though I currently only have on convertor that works. Now I have to choose between charding my computer and drying my hair...hmmm.. Oh, and I have to by a british straigthener, because while mine will plug into the convertor, the voltage in my flatiron is so strong that the electrical system in my house can't support it. Oops. This whole being away from everyone thing is really difficult. I feel like I'm in a different world. I've met some really nice people, but I still miss my friends back in the states. Especially Roger. Sleeping by myself is not working out so well. I used almost 60 minutes on my phone calling him in the last three days...not something I can do all the time. Or ever again. Adjusting to life without one of the most important parts of it is probably going to take a while...or maybe I just won't at all. Writing about that is going to make me depressed. I should go and figure out my classes now. More later. Love to everyone! Current Mood: I miss someone... (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 4th, 2006
12:48 am	Just in case anyone was wondering... Still not in England. Northwest Airlines still sucks. I am flying out tomorrow at 4:15 pm. Half expecting this plane not to take off, either. Am beginning to think that I'm not meant to go to England.... Current Mood: cynical (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006
12:04 am	Well, this is certainly one of the least intelligent situations I've ever been in... So, here's the thing- I'm supposed to be somewhere over the Atlantic right now. But I'm not. Why? Because Northwest Airlines sucks. For those of you who have been living under a rock for the past six months, I'm moving to England for a semester. Yea, I know that I'm crazy. I was supposed to leave today. I had everything packed (one of my bags was 14 pounds over the weight limit, so I had to pay $25 extra...oh well) and I'd said all my goodbyes and cried and got myself all psyched-up. Then, when we boarded, they told us that the plane would be delayed at least two hours. After we were seated. So, we sat on the tarmac for an hour an a half, and then they told us to get off and be back to board at 8 (the plane was supposed to take off at 4:15). Then aroun 8, they announced that the flight was cancelled, and that we all had to go wait in a ginormously long line to re-book. So, I'm on the same flight again tomorrow. We'll see if that works out a little better. What sucks the most is that my parents paid $300 to get my tickets switched from tomorrow's flight to today's so that I could get picked up at the airport by the University, because they could only pick me up on the 3rd. But, as I will be arriving the 4th, that's totally shot now. Plus, I'm missing a day of orientation. And, I have to go through all the emotionality of saying goodbye again. At least I don't have to say goodbye to Roger again. That was probably the hardest thing. I felt like someone was taking my heart away from me. I know that sounds mushy, but when you're with someone every day for so long, and then you're not, it's like your arm is being cut off. I had trouble enough over the summer just adjusting to sleeping alone. This is gonna hurt like hell. In much happier news, my sister got a new kitten. Her name is Scout, and she's a tabby, just like Tuna. She's the cutest thing I've ever seen. She sleeps underneath your chin, and chews on your toes. She always has to be the center of attention. In fact, she's lounging between the keyboard and the computer right now, rest her head on the keyboard, giving me an "aren't I cute? You know you wanna cuddle me" look. She gets along well with our other adopted cat, Kitty. Kitty is big and black and way more mellow than Scout, but the play all the time. Scout hides uner the couch, waiting for Kitty to walk by, and then attacks her. It's really funny. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna take my cats and head to bed. I'm exhausted. I hope tomorrow turns out better than today. I think I'll miss you most of all, Scarecrow. :-( Current Mood: UGH!!!! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, December 5th, 2005
10:44 am	A post in ten seconds or less... -I have so much work to do that I'm drowning in it. The ironic part is that I shouldn't sleep because there's so much to do, but I can't accomplish anything without sleeping. Go figure. -I saw "RENT" with Roger yesterday. It was beautiful. I don't care what anyone says- it didn't suck. What people need to understand is that the stage version will ALWAYS be better, and that this was an interpretation. They did a good job. -Yesterday was our one year anniversary for real (we think). Go us. -I have no clue what to get anyone for Christmas. I'm so screwed. Suggestions and resonable requests welcome. -Work lost my 63-hour paycheck. Go them. -LAUREN COMES HOME SOON! and I only get to see her for, like, four hours before I leave for five months. Awesome. Okay...time to get some more work done. Current Mood: busy (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
5:05 pm	Yet another way for me to avoid my mountains of homework... I guess that winter's officially here, because my hair froze on the way to my car this afternoon. I'm not ready for it to start snowing yet. It's not even Thanksgiving! To quote Jenny, "It's too cold for life." Amen. So, "Oedpius" is finally over, thank God. I started to get sick of it earlier then I would with most shows, but that didn't suprise me at all. This show was a lot different from the others for a couple of reasons. One, there were a lot of younger students in the cast, which was a little weird for me because I'm used to being the younger one. I had to step up and be a leader as one of the only people (aside from Marie) that had done a show at UIS before, and that was not something I was ready to do. I'm sure they all thought I was a huge bitch because of it, but the production process would have been disasterous if there hadn't been someone there to do it. Most of them had never done a show in college (which, for those of you who aren't a Drama Queen like me, is very different from one in high school), and some of them had never done a show at all. This made everything a little more difficult and added a significant amount of immaturity to the whole thing, but in the end, it all worked out. Another reason it was so different is this show wasn't a comedy. There was nothing comical about it, and I don't think our audience recieved it too well. It's thought-provoking, yes, but people like to be entertained. There's a significant difference between something that's thought-provoking, and something that's entertaining. We also got some really bad reviews in the papers, which lowered everyone's morale more than a little bit. While this show may not have been the best we've done, I must say that the reviews were pretty crappy and undeserved- they were poorly-written, and they focused on things they didn't like, rather than anything good, or both. I may not be a journalist, but I seem to remember something about a theater review involving positive AND negative aspects of the show. And trust me, as much as I hated it, there were lots of positive things about it. On a happier note, I cancelled my housing contract yesterday, which means I'm officially going to England next semester. Well, that and the fact that my parents just spent $850 on plane tickets for me to get there and back. My plane takes off January 3rd at 4:15 pm, which isn't very long from now. I'm excited about the opportunity to get to study and live in a foreign country and travel to lots of different countries (especially since Sandy is going to be in London the same time I'm in Yorkshire!), but I'm also scared out of my mind. I have no idea what to expect- I know I'm going to love it, but getting to that point is going to be a task. Yeah...not so excited about that. Being so far away from everyone that I love is kind of a daunting thought. We'll see how it goes. In movie news...HARRY POTTER PREMIER TOMORROW NIGHT!!!! Lindsey and I are going out later this evening to get stuff to make our t-shirts with. The only crappy part in an otherwise fun-filled evening is that I have to close, which means I might not be out of there until way late. However, hopefully we'll be done by 11:30, which should give me enough time to get over to the theater and not miss any of the movie. Say a prayer. I've been waiting for this for...oh...about a year. Ugh. I have about seven weeks worth of homework to do. So, I should probably get on that. A preview of my next entry: gay right and how Michael Tosh is a moron, "Harry Potter" highlights, Thanksgiving re-cap. Keep the peace and don't eat too much Turkey! Molly Pop Current Mood: mellow (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 17th, 2005
4:25 pm	I guess you're just what I needed Things that I should be doing right now instead of writing in my LJ: 1. Three and a half weeks worth of comm homework 2. Learning my lines for "Oedipus", especially since off-book day is when? TODAY. And rehearsal is at 7. Yikes. 3. Picking a final scene for my directing class. 4. Learning my lines for the two scenes I'm in for directing. 5. Reading "A New Home, Who'll Follow?" for Early Frontier American Lit....eww.... 6. Express mailing my application to study in England (did I mention I'm going to England for five months?) 7. Not watching "My Super Sweet 16 on MTV (which is what I'm doing). 8. Feeling sorry for Robin Williams' character in the movie "Jack" (also something I'm doing) And suddenly, I don't feel so much like writing anymore. Peace out, kids. I need to work on something. Anything. Current Mood: So much to do...so little time (Comment on this)