London Calling

I won't even lie to you, today I accidentally missed Pyschology. See, I had woken up early to finish up a paper which (as always) took longer than expected. Then my Internet frazzled out and it took me 20 minutes to print the thing. Needless to say, I'm a mess and it's only nine in the morning. But I digress. So I missed class and found myself with an hour of free time. Granted most of it will be taken up by showering, trying not to look like a mess and eating waffles but do you know what I did with the rest of that time? I Google-map stalked this place. (Am I the only one who does that? Plunk that little yellow person down and stalk the places that I love? Maybe I am a creep :x)

My old London home. And I miss it. I don't think I realized quite how much until just today, 'strolling' down the virtual street and taking in the sights that are still so familiar. It's only been three months but I'm ready to get back. I don't know know if it was the people or the experiences or what contributed to a truly unforgettable semester but all I know is that I'm ready. Pack me up and ship me off.

I absolutely adore Texas, don't get me wrong but there's something about London that has my heart, too and I'll tell you it's not the outrageously priced everything over there or cold and foggy weather.

I never had a bucket list but I think writing one might be pretty cool and to start it off, here's something: Live in London again. Even if it's just for a month. Even if it becomes a few years. I want to go back and get my fill of the city.

I'll probably be all nostalgic today which will hopefully keep me sane in the midst of what promises to be a HORRIBLY HECTIC WEEK. Caps for emphasis.

Wish me luck!

Let's Be Honest

Alright now, let's be honest. We all remember that breakout song of 2000, Graduation (Friends Forever). I remember chilling in my best friend's car freshman year, already feeling nostalgic about what our graduation would be like. I don't remember exactly what sort of goals I had for myself back then; I just remember feeling as though the next four years were going to take their dear, sweet time to pass and then I'd go off to college somewhere. At least I was right on one account! I did make it to college but in retrospect, the years flew. Honestly, it's a little insane.

Anyway, this song was on the 69 cent list on iTunes and I felt compelled to buy it since it had played such a big role in my formative years. As I was jamming out to my new purchase, I came across this which is probably the stark honest depiction of what actually happens after graduation (with a few token exceptions of some of my still-best friends).



On another completely irrelevant note but slightly related to the whole 'change is swift' thing: I had to buy my baby sister a pregnancy test yesterday. Traumatizing experience? I think yes. Still processing.

London 2012

I won't lie. I really miss London. I didn't realize how much until I had a dream last night that I was wandering down Tottenham Court Road. That's all. Nothing exciting; no wonderful plot. I was just walking down this street, taking in all the lights. One of my best memories in London came when I was shopping for J's Christmas present. I was going at it on my own, popped in my headphones and walked. Looking at all the shops, the chilling wind and the bustling sidewalks.

See, London really is my kind of place. While this normally wouldn't be a bold statement it is because I'm one of those weird people who don't really belong anywhere. I mean that in the best, non-angst-filled way. I wasn't made for extended exposure to the country-side or small towns, which is strike one against my present university. I don't like cities like Los Angeles or New York because... well, in the short run they're wonderful but I feel I would get really stressed out staying there for too long. It's just so urban. And a little greasy. But again, that's just me. To me, London has everything I hadn't found before. Yes, it was urban. Yes, places like Piccadilly Circus was a lot like a little Times Square. Hyde Park could've been mistaken for Central Park from a distance but there was something else. Something that made it different. There was unmistakable history on every street corner. There was a different manner of doing things that permeated the air. I know part of that comes from being in a different country but maybe that's what I needed. A breath of fresh air.

And, I found it. Looking for a small reprieve, a change of scenery, I found the place I love. A place that reflects all the aspects of my personality. And I miss it a lot.

London 2012? Yes? Maybe? The hunt for tickets is on :]