| Goodbye, Strangers. For a While at Least. |
[05 Nov 2006|08:16pm] |
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'Goodbye, My Lover' -James Blunt |
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And what better way to walk out on you than with a little Jack Vettriano? Hmm? There's something I love about all of his artwork and yet, I'm not even sure if I consider any of it to be 'good'. But, I love it all the same. There's something so elegant and beautiful; so full of a time of romance that may or may not exist/have existed. It's a world I wish to live in. I leave you to go in search for it.
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| Remember, Remember the 5th of November |
[05 Nov 2006|10:47am] |
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And so one extremist has been given a hanging sentence on the date another extremist was found out, tortured, and burned 400 years earlier. The world doesn't change. Happy Guy Fawkes Day.
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| Who Gets Kicked Out of Oceana?!?!?!... |
[31 Oct 2006|11:46am] |
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'H-A-Double L-O-W-Double E-N Spells Halloween!' |
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...I do! Actually, I'm the third American I know of to be kicked out of a British club, so perhaps it's the American way. My night consisted of working at VP, changing in the back store room, getting whistled at walking to Kirk's, watching Brits fail at beer pong, playing drinking games orgnaised by Nick (and losing), drinking one and a half Fosters (one outside of the Tun in Kingston with Kirk - we're just regular pikeys), saying goodbye to Mikey and Nick after they gave us a lift to Oceana, getting into the club and remeeting up with her flatmates and meeting, for the first time, her friend Elsbeth, drinking double rum and cokes, going to the cheese room, dropping my phone and having one of the guys fix it...that's about the last I remember. The rest of the story, as filled in by Kirk and the guys goes as follows...I all but collapsed on Jeff, I was kicked out of Oceana, I might have unintentionally flashed JD and Jeff, I sprawled out on the pavement in the middle of Kingston, I was taken to Kingston hospital, I was put in a cab, I slept in Kristin's bed, etc....don't I just know how to live life up!?!!? Jesus.
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| I'm Just a Bucket of Yawns |
[29 Oct 2006|11:07pm] |
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So, I've decided that Kirk was right when she said that other Americans make her feel 'not special'. It's true, but it's not just Americans, it's everyone. Everyone has the same issues, the same problems, the same drama, the same interests. And whilst it's cool to feel connected with people because of the things you share, it also makes you wonder where are the different, uncomplicated, interesting-because-they're-new-and-different people?
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| randomness |
[25 Oct 2006|10:44am] |
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in an attempt to dry my laundry, i have put a baking sheet of my pants in the oven. i always like to try new things when baking.
this morning i realised that i have two shift keys. well, i always knew this, but i never bothered with the one on the right. as it turns out, i should have done because that one is working and yet i can't train myself to use it.
i still feel rather tired and just run down in general. perhaps i'm getting a cold. great.
next week is reading week and i'm not going anywhere. that makes me a little sad.
it just occured to me that if i take this job, on fridays i'll be putting in 11 work hours and 4 uni hours. if i manage to pull this off, i am indeed the awesome.
i've no motivation to do uni work, but do it i will today. maybe.
my pants didn't come with a recipe. i'm not sure how much time they need to bake.
hey, diddle, diddle.
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| after a 2 hour nap... |
[24 Oct 2006|07:29pm] |
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...i'm still exhausted, the shift key still doesn't work and a message from norton symantec keeps popping up on my computer every few seconds or so so that when i awoke there were 174 of them and my computer had frozen. anyone knowing how to solve either problem should share their knowledge with me and i will reward you in some way.
also, i'm a tad disappointed that the 'water flavoured crisps' i saw advertised on yahoo was actually an ad for vodaphone and that they don't really exist.
yeah, this norton symantec thing is beginning to piss me off. grrrrrrr.
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| Drip< drip< drip |
[24 Oct 2006|04:28pm] |
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My clothes?laundry< dripping |
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So today has been kind of a sad day> Mainly because I"m completely broke and thus had to cancel plans with everyone> This meant no lunch with Kristin< Mikey< and Nick< no pool with Raj< and no drinks with X_Pression people> Instead< I decided to be productive and do my laundry in the sink with some hand wash detergent stuff> Well< hand washing clothes is a bitch> Trying to get them to dry is even worse> Especially if they"re sheets and duvets> Basically< I have my launudry hanging everywhere and it sounds like it"s raining in here as everything drips water onto the carpet> And< in case you couldn"t tell< some water dripped onto my laptop and now it"s being all f*ed up> Well done< me> Sigh> In brighter news< I"ve an interview thing on Thursday> At the moment< I"m too exhausted to care>
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| Over the Sea and Far Away, She's Waiting Like an Iceberg, Waiting to Change |
[23 Oct 2006|09:41pm] |
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'Other Side of the World' -K.T. Tunstall |
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Today was good. People were strangely friendly all day.
Walking home from work I did a stupid thing. I glanced into an ambulance in which an elderly gentleman was being resuscitated. I don't think I've ever seen a semi-dead person. My heart jumped and then I continued and thought happy thoughts. This is how I get by day to day; distractions.
My room smells of mulled wine, but I haven't mulled any wine. I'm just cool like that. Or it could be that I have a room scent gel thing.
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[22 Oct 2006|09:25pm] |
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'Moondance' -Michael Buble |
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So, my grandfather had to have a pacemaker put in. I must say, I wasn't at all surprised by the news. My grandfather is a very healthy person - he exercises, eats well, takes vitamins, etc., but he is getting on in years (he'll be 80 this November). Also, I'm not sure if it was a conscious thought or whilst sleeping, but earlier this week I felt like something was going to happen to him, and it turns out I was right. He's okay now though, which is what matters.
( My future as represented by two generations of Salvatis. )
Asian food is awesome. If only I had more money to spend on it.
'Mittens'...
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| I Would Like to Take This Opportunity... |
[22 Oct 2006|09:26am] |
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'Que Sera' |
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...to apologise to my feet. They took a real beating this past week and they aren't likely to get any rest this coming week as shoes must be worn in public and basically every pair of shoes/trainers I own are rubbing against the cuts/blisters that were created by my white, flat, shiny Dolci's. They made my feet look cute though. But anyway, feet, I love you and I am sorry for the pain you are suffering.
Yesterday my boss turned to me and said with some enthusiasm, 'Laura! Tomorrow we can eat normally again!' This would have confused me if had I not known that they'd been fasting for the past month and that they were currently celebrating Diwali. I also found out that Suliman likes to spread rumours about me; like telling the new driver that I have a son.
I'm tempted to take a job that would, most likely, leave me shattered all week (as it's at bizzare hours) and possibly be perilless to my life (as it's in a slightly shady neighbourhood of Central London). I'll see if the wages are worth the loss of functionality and life.
I need to chop off my hair. But alas, I've no money. It's come to the point where I'm going to have to buy loo roll from the 99p Store. I haven't bought food in two weeks now. Luckily I have a small supply of pasta and rice (and I work for the food industry, which has its perks). However, I have still managed to have a bit of fun on limited resources - cinema, a few drinks, breakfast at 'Spoons, Starbucks dates, jumping for joy at finding and buying Libby's Canned Pumpkin in Waitrose (which doesn't really count as buying groceries, but which is still essential for my upcoming Thanksgiving Party), and going to dinner at Wagamama tonight. However, I still must come up with 100+ pounds for the remaining part of my rent not covered by my father and phone bills by next weekend. Egads. So, I suppose I won't be buying or doing ANYTHING this week. Or next. With the exception of the said loo roll and meal tonight (I have coupons, they must be used). This is why I need a second job.
I wish I were in Italy.
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| A Bit Fed Up, Really |
[20 Oct 2006|02:09pm] |
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So, I think my rose coloured glasses need to be cleaned because I'm beginning to find displeasure in everything I'm seeing, hearing, and experiencing. The number of alcoholics on the streets seem to be increasing and, at the same time, so do the number of homeless people. And I'm pretty sure Britain will soon be rivaling America in its obesity problem. So much for the happiness, wealth, and health of the nation then. Also, I was always under the allusion that the English receive a better education than Americans, but after listening in on people's conversations, observing some truly stupid people in lectures, and even living with some, I've come to the conclusion that perhaps their education is no better or worse than America's, just different. The only thing that made me think it was so was because I have some amazingly smart friends here. Furthermore, it is a fact that British people are cold. Not only cold, but rude, selfish, and arrogant to boot. They really are. Americans have the ability to be fakely pleasant, but then, sometimes that is necessary - especially in customer service, but that doesn't seem to exist here at all.
Perhaps my vision, thoughts, and feelings are just clouded by six hours of sleep divided between the last two days because as I sit here, in the afternoon sun, breathing in the smoke from my neighbours' chimneys, I'm starting to feel slightly contented once more. There is still no place I'd rather live, but the desire to leave is still there everyday. One day I'm just going to hop on a plane and leave without telling anyone. I really am.
'...but then men are always rude and insulting to women who are superior, or hotter, than they are...men like to be superior to their women...' -Dr. Annesley
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| Today |
[19 Oct 2006|10:08pm] |
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'Suddenly I See' -K.T. Tunstall |
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I had a really nice day. However, it was slightly spoiled by being stood up again this evening, then having an invitation rescinded, freezing in my 18 degree flat, and discovering that I can't even take a shower to get warm because the light went out in the bathroom and since I fall and almost kill myself with it on, best not take chances with it off. I can't sleep.
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| Highlights |
[17 Oct 2006|09:18pm] |
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a plane, a car, my computer, but otherwise, silence |
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-finding cheap boots
-somewhat enjoying my lectures
-working with some great people
-confusing 'do you like Indian films?' with 'do you like English boys?'
-having Roj tell me he's going to teach me to play snooker one of these days
-having Starbucks with Kirk and hearing her latest stories
-randomly bumping into Nick
-volunteering with some great people
-working for a few minutes, dropping off fairy cakes, and collecting my wages
-witnessing a row between two of the downstairs flats
-regaining internet
-peace and quiet
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| All is Well Once More |
[15 Oct 2006|10:46pm] |
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'Moondance' -Michael Buble |
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I'm a fool, but a fool with plum wine. A fool in love (with a cabbage that is coming in December!!!!)
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| A Little Third Person for You... |
[14 Oct 2006|10:13pm] |
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...Laura is sick of this 'equal rights for women' crap if it means that she always has to be the one to plan things. Boys have it too easy. Seriously. What happened to the old-fashioned stuff? The guy asking the girl to dance, to a meal, to the cinema, out on the town, etc.? Laura is done. Laura has been putting up with this making the first move stuff since High School. Laura is done with being the charmer. Laura wants to be charmed, damnit. Laura fears such people, in reality, do not exist. Such is life. Or such is her's, at least.
Laura is also a little concerned about the mindset of boys who drive past her and yell 'fucking bitch' out of their car window. What gives, she would like to know?
Furthermore, Laura feels she is too awesome to have to deal with being let down on a continual basis by everyone she knows. In the future, those who are unwilling to meet her halfway and show that they actually care about her existance, will, consequently, be cut out of her life. So, those who care should ring her, show up on her doorstep, send her a text, an email, a postcard, an IM, a MSN, a comment, just something every now and again (and she will do the same for you, because she loves you, really, but she's sick of this whole one sided love business). Those who don't meet her halfway will find themselves deleted. Yes, deleted.
Love,
-LAURA-
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| I am Home. This, This is Home. |
[14 Oct 2006|12:41am] |
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It occured to me that I haven't been into London (central) in a while. That ain't cool, yo.
Today was lectures that I actually enjoyed attending (*shock*), napping, calls from Mike that accomplished nothing, Matthew texting, busy night at work, and dinner with Kirk where we discussed everything yet again. From shoes to Halloween to boys to post-Uni life to families, etc., etc. We're going to do Halloween this year. Her flatmates have put in their vote for me to do a Trinity from 'The Matrix' type deal, but I'm thinking I won't be spending more than a fiver on whatever I end up 'being'.
Love is a silly thing, really.
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| Short Release of Air |
[12 Oct 2006|10:34pm] |
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So, when did my life get complicated? I went from having a quiet dinner in an Indian restaurant with Kirk last night, discussing how happy we were to have semi-drama free lives, to realising that this was an entire delusion, on my part anyhow, just hours later. I'm uber confused, but kind of enjoying it at the same time.
Today I didn't spend 56 quid. Tomorrow I will. Today also consisted of reading, sleeping, shopping with Kirk, and having dinner with Kirk and Lindsay. Good times.
My two favourite British boys, Matthew and James, have disappeared. This makes me sad. However, if I find them alive, I will kill them.
P.S. Bobby Darin's 'Mack the Knife' still rocks my world.
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| Oh My God |
[12 Oct 2006|12:39am] |
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhh |
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So, Kristin and I had like the longest dinner date ever at East India Restaurant, made nice Tony wait around for 45 minutes at the Odeon, got there too late, missed out film, went to the river instead after a stop at McDonald's for Kristin's McFlurry, ended up meeting Chris at The Bishop, Mikey joined us eventually, the bartenders wouldn't make me a snakebite so I had cider and blacks instead, got tipsy with Kirk, discussed random things, and somehow the night enddedd with me bitch slapping Mikey! I feel terrible! Oh deatr. I'm such a 12 year old.
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| I've a Sore Throat |
[11 Oct 2006|09:36am] |
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'You're Beautiful' -James Blunt |
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Either someone in the building is cooking a fry up or the outside air just smells of bacon.
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