Number Two

So yesterday I had the great pleasure of feeling like shit.  The day wasn't that bad, I found some new boots.  I'm not sure I had the energy for central london yesterday though...right when we got there and got on the street from the tube I was annoyed by the amount of people. But that is beside the point.  Anyway, the day was fine.  My stomach has felt off since I got here, but I chalked it up to nerves, but yesterday evening it became more.  There are not gory details don't worry, but to make it sweet and simple I did not feel at all well.  That with an overwhelming feeling of wanting my mother to take care of me put me in quite a mood.  I borrowed Music and Lyrics from Erin...turns out it is pretty cute.  It was nice to just lay in bed and watch that, keep my mind off of the knots in my stomach.  Slept through most of the night except for one midnight incident...but I promised you no gory details so that is where I will leave that.  

Today I took it easy; no need to push my limits.  I think that is one thing I'm slowly figuring out. Just because I am here doesn't mean that I am not still who I am, and I am allowed to still live the kind of life I want.  I don't have to always be a tourist.  I don't always have to be busy.  I don't always have to be out.  I got to talk to Tommy first thing today which made my morning much better.  Then I managed some food...phew. Then Erin and I watched Pride and Prejudice.  Very british...haha. Did you know that you have to change your region to watch a dvd from the uk? I am not sure why...nor am I really sure what that means...but I did it, so now all the dvds that our landpeople have are workable on my computer. that is nice.  some things never change...most nights a movie sounds better than a pub.  so shoot me. now now...i'm not gonna be some antisocial hermit...just saying. 

so yea, number two wasn't as eventful as number one. but thats what a blog is isn't it? the assumption that my boring details are of some interest to you...

the end.

Number One

I'm not sure who will end up reading these...but some people have already received uber detailed emails of the first couple of days.  Not going to repeat that. However, I will start with yesterday. 

Yesterday Erin, Kim, and I went to the British Museum.  Took the train into Waterloo.  We actually found Trafalgar square quickly (it's pretty damn close, but I was still proud).  Location memories came back for that area, but beyond that...no way.  Pulled out our maps, yes I allowed myself to look like a tourist, and headed towards the British Museum.  

That museum really is unbelievable. I want to know the history of the actual building...what was it before? If anything...

I kept thinking that not only will millions of people never experience that, but more upsetting is that millions of people wouldn't care to.  I feel like, not only in America, we have lost our regard for history and culture.  I don't know, maybe it was because I kept thinking about the American guy that had been in front of me in a line the other day.  Loud and bombastic, "typical" American.  Talking about how his friday was going to consist of sleeping and beer.  Now maybe I should give him the benefit of the doubt, but for the sake of my argument...I doubt he'll spend a saturday in the British Museum.  Not because he's stupid. Not because he's American.  Just because we don't care anymore.  We are always thinking so far forward that we never look back.  

There are tons of pictures on facebook btw. 

I'm still trying to transition right now.  For those of you that know me really well...I'm not a big "going out" person.  And since classes haven't started I'm not really sure what to do with myself.  The days are fine, but at night, for the moment at least, I feel like my choices are go out to bars or hang out at home.  And the thing is...I don't mind not going out.  But then I feel like I'm wasting the experience.  I dunno...I need to give myself some more time to figure it all out.  But some things never change-I still expect myself to have it all figure out from the get go.  

Anyway. I am going to go buy some stamps so I can send a certain someone their birthday card. 

So there it is. I am here. Trying to accept that I am ... Learning Along the Way. 

The end.