I am now completely sick and feeling like a cow's behind. Regardless, we are going to the Tower of London today. And then I'll probably have an early night on my torture mattress.
College bitches taking it hard
Well, I've been so lucky with not getting the full-blown cold this season, but I had a hunch that as soon as I went on vacation that I would get it. And get it I did. I am now walking around with a cough and sore throat and generally feeling like ass. But that hasn't stopped us from doing cool stuff. (It's just prevented me from being able to get an early start…) I'm not going to go into detail (that's for the big post when I get back) but I will mention a few things.
-Chiselhurst Caves are rad
-I have been eating way too much
-I'm seeing the Electric Six tonight!
That's all for now.
coniferous dockside
Greetings from London. I should be super excited to be here, but right now, having been awake for nearly 24 hours and knowing that it will be a while longer before I can get to sleep is taking away all the excitement that international travel usually provides. I'm having trouble emoting in any way, in fact. Even when our hotel couldn't find our reservation and it looked as though we might have been spending the night riding the bus from one end to the other, I was a complete and total emotional zombie. There have been a few other trying occurrences in the last day (including a setback regarding the extremely retarded layout of the Logan airport in Boston) but I shant bore you with the details. I shall only say that we were witness to a freak, hour long snow storm (not unlike what happened in Seattle last month) and that Dom and I hope to be snug in our pre-paid yet non-existent hotel bed for a nap in a matter of hours. If that doesn't happen, my next post might make a lot less sense. And we don't want that, now do we children?
don`t be an asshole Amie
I just saw the new Stranger. Apparently, the person who paid for a rave movie review in their Strangercrombie auction is none other than the director of “Muffin Man”. Now, all I know of this film is that a friend of mine was the lead actor in it. I have never seen it and cannot vouch for it. But I can say that if I paid for a “rave” review in the Stranger I would be pretty fucking pissed when I read a review like that one. It's full of back handed “compliments” and mentions over and over and over again that the reviewer was PAID to write a “rave” review.
The other day, I realized the PRECISE mentality of the staff on that paper. They are the high school newspaper staff. Too nerdy to be accepted by the popular kids, they use their position on the “journalism” staff to make fun of people they don't like. They write simply to amuse themselves and never learn anything about real journalistic integrity.
Hence there was nothing
I filed my taxes last night. It was the first time that I not only didn't get a return, but I OWED the government money. (Or at least the first time since I've been filing on my own). I already paid over $3000 in taxes last year and I OWED the government money. Dom says I should blame it on Bushy and I'm inclined to believe him. I wish my republican and well-paid boss were here so that I could ask him if he got a return this year.
In other news, today is my last day in this country for 12 days. I'm off to receive verbal flogging from Europeans for the gross misconduct of my country and it's “leader”. And I will enjoy it. How very Catholic of me.
Affordable zone spawn
This morning I got on the elevator with three other (two ladies and a man) people who seemed to work together but were getting off at different floors. The interaction was as follows:
Lady #2: Good morning!
Lady #1: Hi.
Lady #1 exits elevator
Lady #2:(calling after lady #1) Go get 'em!
Doors close.
Lady #2: (to man) She is on my deathwish list.
I found this interaction strange for several reasons. First of all, who says “Go get 'em” in earnest to a person as a way to start the work day? The answer is probably no one. Because she was being sarcastic and actually hates the woman. But it also made me think of how many people I have to pretend to like in a work (or social) situation and how many people might also be only pretending to like me.
Effed by the Wind 