May 31st, 2011

Covent Gardens

                          

Is an adorable little shopping district. I went to Lauduree, the first one opened in London. I don’t like macaroons all that much-they taste too much like jelly donuts to me.

Found Lilly Allens store Lucy In Disguise, which sells and rents out vintage clothing. I had watched Lilly Allen: From Riches to Rags, which chronicled the making of this store, on youtube. It was cute. I couldn’t afford anything.

I love being in the UK because weird things pop up on my youtube page that never would in the states.

May 1st, 2011
Brick Lane Beigel Bake has the best bagels  have ever tasted. The bagels, or beigels, here are completely different. They taste more like a soft pretzel. I got the classic salt beef beigal with mustard and pickled gherkin (basically a pickle). It was orgasmic.
I went early and it wasn’t too crowded, even thought the Sunday Brick Lane market was going on outside. The place normally has a massive queue, epecially late at night.
The place is open 24/7, which is brilliant, because it is literally the best drunk food you could possibly imagine. And it is super cheap. A bagel costs 3-4 pounds and is absolutely stuffed with the filling of your choice. Next time I’m trying the tuna melt.

Brick Lane Beigel Bake has the best bagels  have ever tasted. The bagels, or beigels, here are completely different. They taste more like a soft pretzel. I got the classic salt beef beigal with mustard and pickled gherkin (basically a pickle). It was orgasmic.

I went early and it wasn’t too crowded, even thought the Sunday Brick Lane market was going on outside. The place normally has a massive queue, epecially late at night.

The place is open 24/7, which is brilliant, because it is literally the best drunk food you could possibly imagine. And it is super cheap. A bagel costs 3-4 pounds and is absolutely stuffed with the filling of your choice. Next time I’m trying the tuna melt.

March 27th, 2011
Ein klein nachtmusik (A Little Night Music) 1946
Dorothea Tanning
This was my favorite painting at the Tate Modern.
I especially love the irony of the title.

Ein klein nachtmusik (A Little Night Music) 1946

Dorothea Tanning

This was my favorite painting at the Tate Modern.

I especially love the irony of the title.

March 10th, 2011

EastEnders

So, I live in the East End in the Tower Hamlets burrough and it’s pretty ghetto. I guess it’s comparable to the Mission District in San Francisco—grungy, dirty, white people are the minority, lot’s of hoboes, starving artists, hipsters, immigrants, etc.

Anyways, I lost my nose ring about a month back. I’ve repierced it myself, very painfully, and apparently not very well (it goes into my nose, not through) several times since, in order to avoid having to get it re-pierced.

A fruitless endeavor, as I now have to get it re-pierced anyways.

I had never really spent much time in the East End, other than the street full of pubs my school is located on.

So, this was my first excursion out to Roman Road, which is apparently “The Heart of the East End.” In other words, the middle of the fucking ghetto.

I find the tatto parlour alright. I walk on in and they take me straightaway. She goes and pulls out a box of studs, which I assume from the fact that they are all unpackadged and just floating about that they are for show only. Wrong.

She was gonna pierce me with that stud. No disinfectant was used, nothing. Luckily, I didn’t have to make up some excuse and leave, I have to wait until my old piercing closes up. I promised to come back in a few weeks, to get it done then.

I most certainly will not.

I knew a piercing that normally cost 60 dollars going for 15 pounds was too good to be true.

Man, I’m gonna have to fork over like 50 quid now. God dammit.

Lesson learned, don’t expect quality when something’s dirt cheap.

February 17th, 2011

Reading Week

is next week.

Imma go esplorin’.

I’ve been pathetic and have stayed on campus, fun, but not why I came here.

It’s just tough because it’s an actual school. Like with a campus. And they do collegy things. Like have student government elections and school sponsered parties

And cheap beer night at the uni’s pub.

College students don’t explore London. It’s too expensive. And they live here, so it’s like w/e.

But everyone will be gone next week off to whatever suburb they came from and I can go adventuring. Yay!

January 21st, 2011

Some observations

It rains a fuck ton here.

People dress really well. All the time. Even for class.

The tube’s is ridiculously expensive.

London is ridiculously expensive

Never though I’d see

Avid Office fans here. I’m talking the American version. They preferred Steve Carell to Ricky Gervais. Shocking.

I had a very heated debate about which American comedies were good or not.

Lesson learned: everyone loves Judd Apatow movies. Even the bad ones.

January 14th, 2011

buck rogers 

everyone knew this one-except the americans

Tinie Tempah - Pass Out (HQ) 

I’m hearing so much new shit. Love it.

It’s been a whole week

Since I’ve arrived in London. Exactly. It either feels like it’s been much longer or shorter- I haven’t decided yet.

I’m enjoying my time here so far. Even though I feel completely overwhelmed all of the time, I’m having fun.

My flat is alright. Small. I have 5 flatmates who are all really nice. I don’t see them much though.

I don’t know how to cook for myself. Or survive on my own in general, really. Mainly because I lack basic life skills/ common sense. Also, I’ve never really had to fend for myself before. I’ll figure it out eventually.

My classes are awesome. I’ve never been more excited about my schedule.  For the first time, I’m taking whatever the fuck I want with no regards to degree requirements.

My classes:

Geography: Body, health, & society.

Geography: Globalisation, development, & inequality.

Film: Classical Hollywood Musical (OMFG I know, right. Best class ever!)

History: Critical approaches to film: Film Noir

At this point I have so many film credits, I may as well double major in it.