http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCokhCqK9rw&feature=related
~ a boy in our building just rushed up stairs, grabbed me.
Carried me downstairs. And sat me in front of his computer to show me this video.
"BECCA. picture this chick with red hair AND ITS YOU. THIS VIDEO IS THE STORY OF YOUR CURLY HAIRED LIFE." ~boy from downstairs. His excitment is hilarious
lol.
enjoy home friends.
mock away
Saturday, February 27, 2010
V day in Norway
V day, in Norway
MY VERY FIRST TRIP WHILE IM STUDYING ABROAD AND WE PLANNED OURSELVES.
It was a disaster.
Things accidentally left behind by the group for the trip:
• Socks
• Pants
• Zune (mine!)
• Shampoo
• Toothpaste
• Cell phone chargers
• Julie
• Dan
Original plan: Go on a cute trip Valentine ’s Day weekend get one of my flat mates out of the country because she needed to leave and re enter for some sort of visa ridiculousness.
Me, my roommate, and 2 other flat mates book the trip. 3 others in the building did the same thing we found out later. Excitement all around.
Flight was at 6:45 on Friday. We would have to leave the building at 3 in the morning to take an hour bus to airport and it takes 30 mins to walk to bus stop. Let me say that again. Leaving Friday morning at 3. AS IN 3 IN THE MORNING.
Being born naturally brilliant I thought it would be a good idea not to go to bed Thursday night. Here was the train of thought: Why go to bed at 11 when I have to wake up at 2:30 anyway. Roommate with the visa issues was equally as intelligent and so we went to a club with one of the Italian boys we know from school that has the money and connections to get us in. ha.
Fast forward. Great time at club, get home, pack, and start to walk to bus stop. (heres when problems begin)
1. Friend does not even make it to the bus because he is so sick
2. We cannot find bus stop where bus is to bring us to airport
3. At airport another friend realizes she bought the tickets for the wrong month and must go all the way home.
4. We are now down from 7 people to 5.
5. We then sit and all separate to grab food, at which point I hear them CALL OUR PLANE AN HOUR EARLY AND SAY HEY ARE LOCKING THE GATE
6. WE RUN THOUGH SECURITY
7. WE RUN 8 MILES THROUGH THE AIRPORT TO FINALLY MAKE IT TO OUR TURMINAL.
8. We make it on plane
9. All pass out
10. Land in Norway.
Phew.
Once at Norway
1. We find out that we accidently only booked one night at the hostel not 2.
2. All of our phones are dead or not working so we cannot get in contact with the 2 members of the group who booked their stay at a hotel not a hostel.
DESPITE all of these monstrous problems, it all worked out.
Norway is beautiful and full of fantastically rich, beautiful, and extremely happy people. Everyone there speaks English fluently and are all very excited to talk to Americans. P.s Norwegians love Michigan? Hahah that’s what every single one asked us when we said we were from America.
By the way, it was also -14 degrees there. ha.
MY VERY FIRST TRIP WHILE IM STUDYING ABROAD AND WE PLANNED OURSELVES.
It was a disaster.
Things accidentally left behind by the group for the trip:
• Socks
• Pants
• Zune (mine!)
• Shampoo
• Toothpaste
• Cell phone chargers
• Julie
• Dan
Original plan: Go on a cute trip Valentine ’s Day weekend get one of my flat mates out of the country because she needed to leave and re enter for some sort of visa ridiculousness.
Me, my roommate, and 2 other flat mates book the trip. 3 others in the building did the same thing we found out later. Excitement all around.
Flight was at 6:45 on Friday. We would have to leave the building at 3 in the morning to take an hour bus to airport and it takes 30 mins to walk to bus stop. Let me say that again. Leaving Friday morning at 3. AS IN 3 IN THE MORNING.
Being born naturally brilliant I thought it would be a good idea not to go to bed Thursday night. Here was the train of thought: Why go to bed at 11 when I have to wake up at 2:30 anyway. Roommate with the visa issues was equally as intelligent and so we went to a club with one of the Italian boys we know from school that has the money and connections to get us in. ha.
Fast forward. Great time at club, get home, pack, and start to walk to bus stop. (heres when problems begin)
1. Friend does not even make it to the bus because he is so sick
2. We cannot find bus stop where bus is to bring us to airport
3. At airport another friend realizes she bought the tickets for the wrong month and must go all the way home.
4. We are now down from 7 people to 5.
5. We then sit and all separate to grab food, at which point I hear them CALL OUR PLANE AN HOUR EARLY AND SAY HEY ARE LOCKING THE GATE
6. WE RUN THOUGH SECURITY
7. WE RUN 8 MILES THROUGH THE AIRPORT TO FINALLY MAKE IT TO OUR TURMINAL.
8. We make it on plane
9. All pass out
10. Land in Norway.
Phew.
Once at Norway
1. We find out that we accidently only booked one night at the hostel not 2.
2. All of our phones are dead or not working so we cannot get in contact with the 2 members of the group who booked their stay at a hotel not a hostel.
DESPITE all of these monstrous problems, it all worked out.
Norway is beautiful and full of fantastically rich, beautiful, and extremely happy people. Everyone there speaks English fluently and are all very excited to talk to Americans. P.s Norwegians love Michigan? Hahah that’s what every single one asked us when we said we were from America.
By the way, it was also -14 degrees there. ha.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Snooze
I am in the library right now, the time being 16:42.
Aka 4:42.
As in MY CLASS STARTED FOURTY MINUTES AGO: 42.
Excellent.
Here is the situation;
I have class at 9 in the morning till 10:20. Then I should have class at 11, but my Professor decided to change the start time to 12. (I have no idea how he has the power to do this but it annoys me greatly because it cuts into the rfh (Rebecca feasting hour)) Anyway so I go from 12-1:30 then I have a monster break till 4.
I decided today I would be productive with my break and work on a paper. This paper being about the Nation-State in the Middle east and analyzing how it and its connection to religion effect domestic and foreign policies, basically it put me into a coma right at the student center computer. Perfect. I woke up in a panic and looked at the clock and saw that it said 15:56. I went phew, thinking I had another hour to sleep. No. I did not. This is why like money and language CLOCKS SHOULD BE ALL READ THE SAME. So there is no confusion. Any who this was the end result; I rush upstairs realizing my mistake 20 minutes later and run up the stairs and look in at my class watching a power point. I then spend the next 20 minutes watching the class learn, fear rooting me to my spot. I then sadly and pathetically (tail in between my legs) walked down to the library and since then I have been pitifully been reading over the graduate students shoulder next to me and spying on his thesis paper on Chekhov.
IF at my stupid pre departure orientation they hadn’t given us that big speech on how disrespectful it is to walk into a class more then 5 minutes late I would have been fine, but nope instead I am here. Because I am a chicken.
What would you have done?
ps. Grad students name is Rah Migal and he says hi.
pps. kill me.
Aka 4:42.
As in MY CLASS STARTED FOURTY MINUTES AGO: 42.
Excellent.
Here is the situation;
I have class at 9 in the morning till 10:20. Then I should have class at 11, but my Professor decided to change the start time to 12. (I have no idea how he has the power to do this but it annoys me greatly because it cuts into the rfh (Rebecca feasting hour)) Anyway so I go from 12-1:30 then I have a monster break till 4.
I decided today I would be productive with my break and work on a paper. This paper being about the Nation-State in the Middle east and analyzing how it and its connection to religion effect domestic and foreign policies, basically it put me into a coma right at the student center computer. Perfect. I woke up in a panic and looked at the clock and saw that it said 15:56. I went phew, thinking I had another hour to sleep. No. I did not. This is why like money and language CLOCKS SHOULD BE ALL READ THE SAME. So there is no confusion. Any who this was the end result; I rush upstairs realizing my mistake 20 minutes later and run up the stairs and look in at my class watching a power point. I then spend the next 20 minutes watching the class learn, fear rooting me to my spot. I then sadly and pathetically (tail in between my legs) walked down to the library and since then I have been pitifully been reading over the graduate students shoulder next to me and spying on his thesis paper on Chekhov.
IF at my stupid pre departure orientation they hadn’t given us that big speech on how disrespectful it is to walk into a class more then 5 minutes late I would have been fine, but nope instead I am here. Because I am a chicken.
What would you have done?
ps. Grad students name is Rah Migal and he says hi.
pps. kill me.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
maddness
Okay, Phew! What a week/weekend.
First, let me apologize for my lack of entries this week. But it has been a crazy one.
I saw Abby road, Big Ben, Parliament, The Tower of London, The London Eye, Camden Town, and the Tate museum. I also went to the Vodka Ice Bar and my first (and probably only VIP guest list club.)
Let’s start with Abby road. First of all, there are a lot of misconceptions about Abby road. As the American tourist I fantasized about taking lots of cute pictures crossing the road with my flat mates. Here is the reality.
Abby Road is in fact, a road. A road that has enough traffic and enough speed to equal to that of an American highway. You take your life into your hands every time you attempt to cross. Defiantly no leisurely walking allowed on this road. Anything less than an Olympic pace will involve one of the three (I witnessed all of these while being there)
Hit this Man-->
Despite all of this it was enjoyable for all. I really loved the wall in front of Abby House were people had written messages. I fell in love with a particular message. Andrew Zolot, wherever you are, I will marry you any day your ready.
Skipping ahead to the bar events of the weekend. Both involved almost losing my sanity.
Abby, Me, and my rommie Julie.
First, let me apologize for my lack of entries this week. But it has been a crazy one.
I saw Abby road, Big Ben, Parliament, The Tower of London, The London Eye, Camden Town, and the Tate museum. I also went to the Vodka Ice Bar and my first (and probably only VIP guest list club.)
Let’s start with Abby road. First of all, there are a lot of misconceptions about Abby road. As the American tourist I fantasized about taking lots of cute pictures crossing the road with my flat mates. Here is the reality.
1.) Angry drivers picking up speed, aiming at you and beeping.
a. Side note* when a driver beeps in the UK this is the universal symbol of “I see you and I am prepared to hit you”
2.) Drivers flipping you the Bird as they narrowly miss hitting you.
a. Side note* They also threw things
3.) Drivers hitting you.
a. See picture for proof.
b. <--That van.
Hit this Man-->
Skipping ahead to the bar events of the weekend. Both involved almost losing my sanity.
The first was the Ice Bar. The London Vodka Ice Bar is this bar, in a basement of a building that is made entirely of ice. Very expensive, very classy it is the type of thing you do once, only to say you did it. The ice bar was an event we were doing to celebrate a 21st birthday. Abby, who lives in our flat, is the cutest nicest girl from Transylvania College who had planned everything and scheduled the affair for 12:30 the night of her birthday. She wanted to say she brought in her 21st B-day, in London, in an Ice bar. Everyone in our apartment building was invited, so the 20 of us all got there by our own means planning to meet Abby there. However to the shock and horror to the group Abby was not at the Ice Bar, and was not picking up her phone. Insert massive panic and chaos here. Everyone freaks out. Abby is basically the mom of the group and is EXTREMLY PUNCTUAL. Add on top of this, the Ice Bar personnel where not very impressed with our large group or our lack of leader. To make a long story short, Abby had forgotten her ID went back home without her group not wanting to slow anyone up and got lost. She showed up 15 minutes later and we all made it into the ice bar and had a grand time, (just for a little less time than expected.)
Abby, Me, and my rommie Julie.I will save the last bar tale for my next entry but here is a little teaser, I ended the weekend with the craziest night of my life.
Ha.
True.
Miss ya p ville. Xoxox becca.
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