"actually, just come to the adelphi at like, nine."

Tonight I went to a pub called the Adelphi to meet some friends.  I couldn't find them.  This taught me a lesson- get a mobile!  But really... we all know how much I liked my phone back in the US, so isn't this to be expected?  Just kidding- of course.  My next chance is Friday, unless I have a surge of energy tomorrow at 5.

While I was at the Adelphi, because I stuck around a while, I noticed a few things...

First: I did not get the memo about dressing up like Rambo.  Before I left the US I heard something about the English fancying dress-up.  I didn't really think too much of it, until I went to this pup packed with people dressed up.  It appeared to be someone's birthday- that's probably why I didn't get the memo.

Second:  Whoever said that there aren't good looking men in England were not at the Adelphi tonight.  I'm didn't include the percentage that were dressed up- I wasn't going to go there (they were that ridiculous).  The guys in regular dress looked roughly 50-57% like good eggs.  I purposefully slowed my pace so I could walk be hind 5 of them on the way into the pub.  Now, whoever said that British guys aren't very outgoing--they were correct.  No one talked to me the entire time; I was there for about 15 minutes.

Third:  I stayed even though I knew I probably wouldn't find my group.  There was a soccer game on, so I stayed to watch.  Marta, I didn't know you liked soccer?  Well, it's not that I like it, but I wanted to observe this crowed of people for a bit.  However, it is just a bunch of guess running around on a huge patch of grass kicking a ball.  Occasionally there's something exciting- not that often though.  =)  We'll see if that changes.

The reason I brought up this soccer game is because it made me laugh- even as a girl being ignored, all alone, in a crowded bar.  I didn't speak, so besides my non-skinny jeans and my pretty nice teeth (relative- of course), I was assumed to be British... except a Brit without a pint in her hand, which is kinda strange.

Anyway- the point of laughter ... there were many.  The most prominent one:  MU vs. PO.  'Okay, MU... Manchester United, which must be why they're tuned in.  PO... Poland?... ahh yes, Poland."  A red team and a white team, but which was which?  Perhaps this was a good conversation starter, but I didn't use it.  In stead, I pretended like I knew, although there wasn't any indication so one could tell.  It was one of those assumed things.  I never did figure it out... neither team looked distinctly Polish or English in their features.  If I had to made a final educated guess- I'd say--England: white, Poland: red.

For a short period of time my guess was the other way around.  I would get excited when the crowed got excited, this humored me.  Even acting as part of the crowed didn't aid me in making my decision.  Oh well.

I must have looked like I was intensely watching this game, but what I was really doing was watching the ball closely and trying to pull any memories I had from when I played soccer.  One important piece of knowledge I was after: How long did these games last?  I decided 90 minutes, though I'm still not sure... I left around 73 min.

Your daily exchange rate, which is actually, quite accurate:  

$1.98 for 1 GBP

Arrival

I've made it to England.  The Enlsih are very different from the French, but I like them.  Although i haven't made any British freinds yet, I intend to grow on them.

I have two flat-mates, one from the US and one from Finland, both girls.  There are 5 rooms in the apartment.  Two of the mates are MIA... I hope they come.

I finally have my classes, horary!  I am taking: 

fashion photography- neat :)

fashion design- I know it's an illusive title, but it's probably what you think it is.  If you're still curious, drop me an email... and if you're AMDP, I think it's like a more intense 326... we even do men's wear.

creative knit wear- which I am quite excited about.

Alas, staying up late as not changed.... which is preciously what I am doing now. =)

Cheers

hello again

It’s been so long since I’ve blogged, I feel a bit shy. This will be my second time abroad and second time recording my memories. Of course, this time I will attempt to be more consistent.

Out of all the time I’ve had through out winter break, I chose now to give my blog a makeover (comments on the new look are welcome). I’ve had a nice time doing so, however I’ve picked a time that should be spent doing other things… such as packing. I’m headed back to Lames for a day-ish to say good-bye. Unlike last time, I won’t see everyone again in the fall. This is sad and scary and I don’t think I’ll talk about it.

Anywho, Whenaway and I have reunited. This post is a greeting as well as an attempt to separate my archives from Paris. I hope it works. =)

Hello! Thank you for reading… I’ll be back soon.

GBP to USD: $1.95… ouch. (google)