It's the final countdown

So guys. Last post from the United Kingdom.

Bristol, I will miss you. Sometimes it was crazy and miserable here, but I went to some good pubs, met some good people, drank some really good beer, had some really excellent times, and, let's face it, walked up (and down) some pretty wicked hills. I'm sad to go.

Here I come, United States of America. You best watch yo' self.

Is there a term besides 'Mexican' that you prefer? Something less offensive?

In the battle of my cravings, Mexican Food is the projected winner. Disheartened by cries of 'Mexican Food cures everything!' and 'I would make love to a burrito right now,' the other competitors have fallen behind. They have come to realize that the road to my heart (stomach?) is not paved with pizzas or sandwiches without mayonnaise, but instead with jalapeños and salsa.

Really, though. I just made some chili con carne, and it made my hangover disappear. Mexican food is the answer to every question. What's for dinner? Mexican food. What's awesome? Mexican food. Who are you voting for in the 2008 Presidential Election? Barack 'Mexican Food' Obama, and I'll be celebrating his win with what you ask? Oh, you guessed it. Mexican food. Awesome.

Sorry, guys. I think it's the fact that I only have 4 days left here and I am fuh-reaking out. I feel divided. One part of me is counting down the hours, and the other part of me doesn't want to leave, not even in the slightest. They are warring within me! Oh nooooes! One thing is certain, though. I am not looking forward to flying Air France. Curse you, Charles De Gaulle International Airport. You will be the death of me.

Things I did this week that were not writing unnecessary blog posts:
I went to the Bristol zoo. The lemurs were awesome. So were the gorillas.

And I also saw Gone Baby Gone again, and was forced to interact with some really irritating young teenage girls on the bus. Is it really that fun to goad strangers? I've never understood it. Here's my favorite part of our brief exchange:

Chav: Do you believe in God?
Me: No.
Chav: Oh, fair play.

Hrumph.

My wardrobe is officially dead to me.

Also, my left shoulder is totally fucked. OUCHZ.

I just finished The Road and boy, that didn't help my mood at all.

Put a ripe banana right into your favorite ear

Hello! I have approx 6 days left in Bristol. What the shiiiit. Also, I didn't go to Scotland and that SUCKS and it makes me want to use CAPS LOCK. Tonight I am going to see Into the Woods which is NOT THE SAME as going to Scotland. Today I busied myself by reading blogs and figuring out how to use up all my food and doing the meme I have posted below. Meme is a weird word.

The Instructions:

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into flickr search
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd's mosaic maker.

The Questions:

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.

More business juice, please.

I have a pretty huge to do list for someone who has no real responsibilities or obligations. I need to go to the post office, buy groceries, pick up my paper, buy a luggage scale, clean my room, take a shower (these are not in order), put in my contacts, eat, plan a trip, do my laundry. BUT. All these things are made infinitely harder, and some even impossible, by the fact that I have yet again hurt my ankle.

What the hell is wrong with my ankles? I use them all the time. How can they be so weak. All I did was step down from a slight ledge onto a hill (completely sober, mind you), and now my left ankle is var, var painful. Kind of like my right one was six months ago.

Motherfocker. I am hungry. I guess I will limp around Bristol all day.

EDIT: I will not be limping around all day, because this shit is worse than I thought. Ugh.

You're a towel.

Someone recently told me they had read my blog and that I was insane.


Last night I saw the Sex and the City movie, which I will not talk about here because of certain Logans who wish to remain unspoiled. I will tell you this: Rosebud is a purse.

Then also last night I stayed up all night. Like, all night. I didn't even SLEEP, which is what I normally do (lately for nine to ten hours at a time). That might be one of the only all-nighters I've ever pulled. I honestly don't know how people function on no sleep. I don't know if I applaud them, or just observe them keenly but warily. What are they trying to hide? And if that question doesn't make any sense, then: Why are they so alert?

Good news: My secret agent/Asian friend told me last night that golf courses often double as weapons bunkers. When questioned, however, he admitted they they do not have jets underneath them like the basketball court in X-Men. Disappointing. But, still. If I had known this sooner, I would have been way more likely to finally go to that GCC golf camp my dad kept bugging me about for like, eight summers in a row.

Golf camp. Psh. The only thing about golf that I'm good at is absolutely nothing. The first day of golf class at Thunderbird I picked up a left-handed club. I can't even watch it correctly. I always accidentally fall asleep or kill myself.

So. That's what's been going on here. A whole lot of nothing. I did finish What is the What, and am now reading Middlesex. Oh, and whenever I feel like going to campus again, one of my papers is ready to pick up. So that should be good, hopefully. OK! Bye!

I am not dead yet.

Last Friday I left for London where I did these fun things:

I saw Bon Iver and Iron & Wine play, I saw Spamalot, I went to the British Museum, the National Gallery and the National Portrait Gallery, the Natural History Museum, Kensington Gardens, Windsor Castle, and I saw A Midsummer Night's Dream at the Globe Theatre. Everything was var nice. Joe and I had a good time hanging out, and he came back to Bristol with me on Wednesday. We went to Bath and saw Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.

Now I am back in Bristol just relaxing and trying to figure out what to do next. It's hard to believe I will be back in the States in fewer than 30 days. My emotions regarding that fact are very complicated.

I am also trying to figure out what color I should paint my room at home. If anyone has any thoughts on the Behr paint colors 'Scotch Lassie,' 'Mirage Lake,' or 'Teal Zeal,' I would like to hear them.

That is all.