Back so soon?

So, kids, juuuuust kidding. It seems that lovely Logroño has a computer lab that I can use for free, so I will regale you now not with stories of unfinished assignments but with travel anecdotes! Think Kerouac... and then dismiss that notion from your head whole-stock.

Yesterday I started off with a bang, getting rid of all of the valuables in my room. Just in case... never hurts... Then I proceeded to go to the train station and ride from lovely Norwich to lovelier London. No problems so far... In London, I had to find a taxi to Stansted airport, which I assume will be about a 5-pound ride because the one from Gatwick to the train station was. Wrong-O! When I finally DO find a taxi -- after losing a wheel on my roller suitcase, no less -- the ride takes about an hour. The problem? I only had 30 pounds to my name! I had about 20 extra pounds in Euros, but by the time the taxi ride was done, it was apparent that I was NOT gonna be able to pay the fare at all. Luckily, my driver was understanding and didn´t smack me around. He held on to my luggage and let me frantically go inside the airport to the nearest cash machine and serious damage my bank account. Next time I will be seeking cheaper travel between the Liverpool Street and Stansted. (P.S. Stansted is nowhere near London!)

And I totally forgot about the moments of peace that I had to myself whilst in Liverpool Street. It was around noon when I arrived there, so I decided to get myself some grub. Of course I am pulled to the place that's called Piece of Cake. I end up getting a chocolate-chocolate chip muffin (mmm-mmm good) and something called a Bath Bun. Well, I can't say much for the bath bun, but I did get to enjoy my lunch with a little pigeon. I didn't feed him because I was afraid of being attacked for my muffin, but nonetheless we had a pleasant exchange. I told him about Norwich, he mentioned he had a crush on Jude Law, and we instantly hit it off. (Even the pigeons in my life are queers!)

More good news on the New York front: I have housing, yay! Things are lining up quite nicely. It's gonna be heinous in the real world when everything doesn't always go my way.

So now I have to go work some more on my grant application. Make it a little more 'official' -- vomit. But hopefully I can get something that is both official-sounding and uniquely me. That's what I want to do as a writer, might as well start honing the skee-ulls now.

P.S. Just saw Todd Metter, one of the 3 people studying in Logroño from Midd. The world is indeed (in Ani's words) 'beautiful and small.'

Roses are red, violets are blue. Leger says I'm florid, what about you?!

So dear reader, I must bid adios and adieu for now because tomorrow I depart for Paris via Logroño, Spain. But I won't leave ya hangin'! I can regale you with the fact that I have left 3 assignments either incomplete or completely undone! Good times... Ain't nobody gonna hold me down when I arrive back home around 10 p.m. next Sunday!

But the day was all-in-all quite good. I spent some quality time with my girls, some quality time with myself and some quality time with my Buffy. I completed a midterm, I learned that even grades for major requirements won't transfer (so I can royally suck -- pun intended), and I wrote an application for my $3,000 grant which isn't exactly run-of-the-mill. My adviser Leger Grindon called it 'florid' and basically suggested I rewrite it, but the fact that I didn't produce the same ol' schlock as always makes me happy enough for now.

So, dear readers, don't wait with bated breath for another post because I probably won't be up to it for a week or so. I will be far too busy seducing Italian Gino in transit from Bilbao to Logroño (he's giving me a "ride", so what if Kate's in the car?!), working my way through the southwestern quarter of Europe and cavorting in the gay bars of gay Par-ee (backrooms? thanks, but no thanks)!

Finally, I'll depart with a backdrop of the orgasmic yet sugary-sweet lyrics of my life's theme song (at least for now). I give you the gold-leafed words from one of my favorite men (despite his penchant for the Spice channel and Love Hewitt)...

Intro
This is a song about talkin' to the person you haven't even met yet. Maybe they're rollin' around in the hay with someone else, but they're not as good as you'll be -- you just gotta wait your turn! She's out there, he's out there, they're just learning what to contrast you against.

Love Song for No One

Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me

Breaking News (not really)

So, kids, an update is in order for a post I made some time ago (Oct. 5), saying, "Putting men to sleep and turning them gay. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, these are my talents." Well... it turns out that these really are my talents! The man that I put to sleep is gay! Yes. I love it when I'm right she says with a decidedly bitter tone in her voice.

Analyze This

So let's figure out the bizarro dream I had last night. I dreamt I was marrying Justin Timberlake (of all people!). So I'm back home in Birmingham, planning the festivities. My brother and his friends as well as my mom and dad are there... and several members of *NSync. (One noteworthy exception is that Lance is not there, which is odd as he is my favorite.) Anyhow, I think I'm in love with J.C., not Justin, but I continue with the wedding preparations. And I feel officially like a whore. One day Chris walks me home, and he is distinctly chilly to me, and I'm trying not to make him think I'm in love with him or something. Then right at the end of the dream, I realize that I'm going to be the envy of all the Big Bopper crowd. I'm thinking that I'm going to be in People magazine, and I'm loving it because (in the words of Ani Difranco) I'm not a pretty girl. I don't think I was even thinking this in the context of post-Justin/Britneyness, I was just so proud that I snagged such a high profile fella being me.

What's that about?

So, in other news, I have quite a bit to do today and no motivation at all to do it. This coupled with the fact that it will officially be dark in 2 hours makes a girl (read: me) just want to go back to sleep until I have to leave on Tuesday. Might as well save up my energy for my time as an international traveler, right? But then there's the whole plaguing issue of those 500 words I still have to write on my article critique, those 2 journalism articles I have to write and -- more pressing -- the course test I have in Key Texts in Drama tomorow morning bright and early. (This last one actually is important because that's the only class that has potential to count as a grade, yet it's the one that I care about the very, very least.)

In other, other news, I watched about 8 displays of fireworks from my window last night and then travelled a little to watch some more fireworks at a friend's house. Fireworks are pretty, and I like them... I must say that being an American, I associate them with patriotic music, hot dogs and 4th of July, so watching them from a puddle on a terrace in the middle of a rainy night in England didn't quite do the deed justice to me. But I got to hold a sparkler and regress back into childhood for a moment there, so I can't complain.

In other, other, other news, I am counting the days until I can return to my adopted home, New York City. And I have recently found out that I have the opportunity to get a $3,000 grant from Midd for doing an extensive creative non-fiction project in association with my internship. I need to think up a brilliant, sophisticated idea and write an even more brilliant and sophisticated proposal ASAP, so anyone who has ideas for me, send 'em to me quicker-than-ASAP. $3,000 would relieve all my guilt about mooching off my parents as a matter of course for the past 6 months (give or take my entire life).

I'm out.