Hello friends, and random people reading my blog.
I'm in England as you all should know. Reason that I havent quite been online as much as I'd like to be is because, I havent got internet connection in my house. Because the people are short-handed and apparently too busy setting up internet connection in other people's homes. 13th was the date they initially quoted us, but now, it doesnt look like its happening. They told us 26th, but they're trying to change it to an earlier date. You think?
Bloody British. What's more? The entire Royal Mail for England has decided to go on a strike. Yup. They've done it for a week already, but apparently they're gonna do it for ANOTHER week starting Monday. That means, my cheque book aint coming, my textbooks aint coming, my mail aint being sent, and I will not be expecting any art material from my mother coming thru the mail anytime soon. Bloody British.
Anyways, that said, you are always welcomed to send me stuffs. A simple postcard will make my seeing mail through the mail slot so much more exciting. The address you'll have to write is this:
17 Clapham Terrace
Leamington Spa
CV31 1HY
United Kingdom
Weet.
Anyway, this year looks like a better year. I've packed myself full with art classes, singing classes, philosophy classes, Polish theatre classes, juggling classes, photography sessions, stewarding for the Arts Centre, and of course, falling asleep in every single bloody lecture I have. Honestly, I havent got a clue what's my course for this year is about. I just vaguely remembering drawing some graphs on me paper, dozing off for 3/4s of the lesson, and leaving the lecture hall in a jiffy to get to my other exciting activities. Can you guys see where this is going? Yea, of course you can. :P
Just so you know, london Youth Music Theatre audiitons are coming up. Registration for Summer School opens next year. I can see myself ahem...barely making it for my degree. HUR.
School's getting slightly more exciting I must say. I am FINALLY meeting interesting people. The other day at the cafe, I was using my laptop when the girl sitting at the same table as me decided to start talking to me. I must say, she was slightly mad, and we got along perfectly. My Polish Theatre class people are REALLY interesting, and talking to them is completely NOT a chore, unlike talking to people from Economics. The people at my Art Class are ALL retirees/pensioners. Ie. above the age of what, 60? or more. They're so laid back and easy going its wicked. One lady just kept going on about how pretty I am, and hence she is EXTREMELY kind to me. :) aww. Love them old people.
Anyway, that said. I'm gonna stop just abouts here. I'm tapping into my neighbour's internet, and may get cut off anytime soon. And I've got a bloody tissue shoved right up my nose (hur) cos it's plotting to run away. That means shower time and bedtime. Toodless my friends, and other random people reading my blog.
Much love sent from Bloody Britain.
I'm in England as you all should know. Reason that I havent quite been online as much as I'd like to be is because, I havent got internet connection in my house. Because the people are short-handed and apparently too busy setting up internet connection in other people's homes. 13th was the date they initially quoted us, but now, it doesnt look like its happening. They told us 26th, but they're trying to change it to an earlier date. You think?
Bloody British. What's more? The entire Royal Mail for England has decided to go on a strike. Yup. They've done it for a week already, but apparently they're gonna do it for ANOTHER week starting Monday. That means, my cheque book aint coming, my textbooks aint coming, my mail aint being sent, and I will not be expecting any art material from my mother coming thru the mail anytime soon. Bloody British.
Anyways, that said, you are always welcomed to send me stuffs. A simple postcard will make my seeing mail through the mail slot so much more exciting. The address you'll have to write is this:
17 Clapham Terrace
Leamington Spa
CV31 1HY
United Kingdom
Weet.
Anyway, this year looks like a better year. I've packed myself full with art classes, singing classes, philosophy classes, Polish theatre classes, juggling classes, photography sessions, stewarding for the Arts Centre, and of course, falling asleep in every single bloody lecture I have. Honestly, I havent got a clue what's my course for this year is about. I just vaguely remembering drawing some graphs on me paper, dozing off for 3/4s of the lesson, and leaving the lecture hall in a jiffy to get to my other exciting activities. Can you guys see where this is going? Yea, of course you can. :P
Just so you know, london Youth Music Theatre audiitons are coming up. Registration for Summer School opens next year. I can see myself ahem...barely making it for my degree. HUR.
School's getting slightly more exciting I must say. I am FINALLY meeting interesting people. The other day at the cafe, I was using my laptop when the girl sitting at the same table as me decided to start talking to me. I must say, she was slightly mad, and we got along perfectly. My Polish Theatre class people are REALLY interesting, and talking to them is completely NOT a chore, unlike talking to people from Economics. The people at my Art Class are ALL retirees/pensioners. Ie. above the age of what, 60? or more. They're so laid back and easy going its wicked. One lady just kept going on about how pretty I am, and hence she is EXTREMELY kind to me. :) aww. Love them old people.
Anyway, that said. I'm gonna stop just abouts here. I'm tapping into my neighbour's internet, and may get cut off anytime soon. And I've got a bloody tissue shoved right up my nose (hur) cos it's plotting to run away. That means shower time and bedtime. Toodless my friends, and other random people reading my blog.
Much love sent from Bloody Britain.
