long time, no update

everyday i come up with ten new things i want to do when i graduate. this list so far is about 23932121 ideas long. i have commitment issues but i think i can commit to the idea of no serious job anytime soon...i think...maybe....

same shit, different day:

internship

school

internship

school

drunken weekend

repeat

only 14 more days of class, just 7 weeks....

i need a bright idea...and someone to execute it with. 

any adventurers out there down for an adventure?

its not goodbye...its see ya later

my last week in london was great.

it kicked off with good company and bloomsbury bowl. then a whole hungover day spent at camden. proceeded into a lot of chilling and falling asleep to movies.

my last night was amazing. i couldnt have asked for anything more.

started with after work drinks, everyone came. it was very fun and i laughed a lot, naturally. im gonna miss them!

then i got to kates, showered and readied as fast as i could and pete rob katie simon and i made our way to on anon. such a mess. but so fun. i was trashed. expect no more and no less. american beauty shots are nice. i said i wasnt going to drink a lot bc i had to wake up early and fly home...yeah right....pictures that show my level...everyone should get on it some times...

i dont think i slept more than an hour and when i did fall asleep i woke up to katie saying " oh, hey. soooo guess who is at the door right now? pete and steve!" rut row. needless to say i had prepared the night before so i hoped up changed and was out the door in no time...haha. many thanks to rob for carrying my suitcase to the train. it was easier than i thought getting to heathrow. most likely bc i was still drunk and didnt care too much about other people. but i unfortunately made it home...i was miz on the plane

i am going to miss everyone and everything so much

kate i'll see you before you know it....

<3

first of the last

the girls have all gone...il miss you guys.....

that is the bad news...
the good news is:
i got a new tattoo, thats exciting.
and i am going to see menomena tonight in london town
and i get to see my family and friends on friday

more bad news though....i have to come back to the states and leave europe....

this weekend was excellent. packed with lots of live music. cant get much better than that. there is never a dull moment around here, that is for sure.

all the girls left on saturday. it was sad, but i had a stressful day of moving my suitcase across the city so i didn't dwell too much. im pretty sure i pulled every muscle in my right arm, but after two long bus rides and a bunch of up hill walking i moved into kates for the week.
saturday night we started off with wine on a bench in greenwhich (im going on the big wheeEEL and pretending to drive in a car set a good tone for the night), then we had to run the whole way to the train so we didnt miss it (it was not a short run, and we did not jog we ran).

we first went to leciester square and saw some dancers dancing a tribute to the olympics. we were too busy making up our own dances to pay much attention but it was neat. playing dares started.

we then made our way to a bowling bar off of the goodge tube station that was awesome. you could bowl, you could drink, you could play ski ball, you could listen to the live band while doing all of that. so sweet. after way too many drinks i passed out on a tiny couch at steve and pauls.

katie woke up nice and early so we decided to make the most of our sunday. we walked back to hers from greenwhich, got some english breakfast on the way, did what we like to do then got ready, after a few attempts to take naps we got into gear and headed to camden. spent the whole day walking about getting a few pints, shopping so much, tattoos and more pints. camden is awesome, definitely a choice place for me. we ended our evening with a oven pizza, some chips and the shining. i fell asleep half way through (sorry doc). any whoo that was my weekend.

there are definitely pics. but i dont have them...when i get them il post them.
cheers.

barcelona was amazing

we got to barca late at night, after melissa already sprained her ankle and caitlin almost got pick pocketed we finally figured out where to go. we checked in to our hotel and ate and drank at the nearest place we could find. after a few we decided we wanted to see la playa. so we started walking...quickly we realized that we werent in the nicest of areas...we stopped for one more drink at a cafe and then continued on our adventure. it was almost 130am but we had heard that barca doesnt sleep so we werent too worried. after a few blocks we ran into a couple from holland and they asked us where we were going (probably bc we stood out all dressed up in such a dodgey area). the were sooo nice. the couple enthusiastically told us to go to port olympica and even hailed a cab for us in the right direction. so nice. and so we went. and wow. still hoppin. at 2am. crazy....so we danced and danced from club to club then finally went home. already we loved this place. 

the next day we were determined to get a tan. so we went to the beach. all day. amazing. we had some beach drinks and enjoyed the sun and the mediterranean. we made a friend from michigan on the beach and ate a lovely dinner at an expensive seafood place. we went back to hotel rhonda and showered to get ready for the night. as we were all getting ready with the music up loud and our bottles of wine we hear a knock on the door. we answer and there is a australian asking us what we were getting into that night. we start talking and he tells us he has a guitar, 2 friends and some beer so naturally we invite them in. we had a sing along to some great jams and then decided to head out to see what this crazy city had instore for us. we went to razzamataz bc we heard all the hype. we were kinda dissapointed at the turn out but we were feeling good so we danced and enjoyed it anyways. everyone kind of coupled off. then we all headed to the beach and went swimming in the sea at night. it was great. another life accomplishment. ha.

next day we beached it even more. and loved life. that night we got ready and went and saw the magic fountian. it was pretty neat. disney tunes and all to the lights and water. amazing. then we all split up into taxis to go out and it turned out to be a bad idea for lack of money and mobiles. getting split up caitlin, matt, mitchell and i headed to the beach and just hung out all night. we walked a lot trying to find the others but it was a lost cause and we just enjoyed the weather and the beach. 

the following day was also spent laying out all day, and some cannonballing into the sea. then we rinsed off and made our way home. delirious from the weekend and smelling awful we made it back to london with out getting pick pocketed and a nice tan. barcelona was so great. my favorite trip yet id say. 

pictures are in order somewhat as to events....

british beer festival

thank you melissa for looking up things to do. this was an excellent choice.

note: vodka before a beer fest is not a good idea

met a lot of fun people, tasted a lot of good beers and ciders.

four girls in a warehouse full of hundreds of men surrounded by good beer. that is the equation for a great night.

:)

paris

we took a bus to paris, left at 930pm, got on a ferry around 100am then more bus around 3am. finally made it to paris with two new friends joey and justin and a bunch of new laughs. we went out to breakfast right by arc de triomphe and then met up with sarah.


all i can say is that paris was amazing! thanks to sarah we had the best trip ever. the apartment we stayed in was blocks from arc de triomphe and walking distance to the eiffel tower. it was a beautiful place, in a great location and i owe sarah and her family a million thatnks. we couldnt have done it any better.


our first day was filled with every sight we could squeeze in (then my camera died, and i was very upset about it) and our night consisted of crepes, montmartre veiw (amazing), wine, the arches and the artists, more crepes, more wine, moulin rouge, 300+ roller bladers, and lastly first time seeing the eiffel tower at 1230am all lit up dancing around underneath it with melissa.


our second day was kind of rainy and cold by we made it to the top of the eiffel tower eventually, taking our time. then as it started getting warmer, we shopped! of course... you have to shop while in paris. then after some shopping there was more wine, and some cheese. the night was topped off with a romantic evening, melissa and i with wine and cheese picnicing under the lights of the eiffel tower. met some creepers but all in all a great evening.

now because my camera died i am going to have to wait until the other pictures are uploaded to show you the best parts of the trip like the eiffel tower and montmartre at night. in due time...in due time...for now here are what i capture right before we climbed the 400+ stairs to the top of notre dame to see where quasimoto lives:

album un

album deux

life is good.

hooray life! ASCOT: a day at the races.

oh what a wonderful life i live.

so i wake up to ben so mad at me. bc i am a dumbass and over slept. i was supposed to be at his at 8am. and i woke up to him calling me at 8 am. oops. i get out of bed only realize im not in my bed. and i have no clue where whitney is or my room key. all the girls have left to do tourist things. so start to feel a bit overwhelmed and stressed out. after banging on my door, and about three other rooms, i finally go to the front desk and have a security gaurd unlock my door for me. i walk into my room all stressed out only to find whitney passed out on my bed with my key next to her. she was so out she didnt hear me BANGING on the door. so i wake her and tell her what is going on and how we are late. it takes a while for us to get our heads on straight. ben keeps calling and telling me i am a twat and that i need to take the train out immediately to ascot bc he had paid for these tickets and it was rude to let them go to waste. so whit and i realize how dumb we are being. shower, gets dressed up, to the best of our abilities, and head to the tube.

we decided we should buy wine and drink on the way to get in a better state of mind.
the tube is hot and miserable. we are sweating and hungover like hell. going back in forth in our minds we some how just kept trucking to the trains. we quickly realize we are idiots and bought a bottle of wine that wasnt twist off. and were disappointed with ourselves. but we made it to the train none the less. hopped on for with out paying (bc we are rebels). and sat down and road out to ascot.

it was by far the best decision we have ever made.

we walk about 5 minutes, following a crowd of men in suits and women in posh dresses and hats. for a minute we worry that we arent dressed up enough. but we decided not to stress about it bc we had made it there and that is what counted.

we meet up with ben at the gate and he gives us our tickets and passes for the credit club level.

AMAZING.

all i can really say is that we lived the life of luxury for the next few hours.
£70 bottles of pink champagne (6 of them).
suits and fabulous dresses everywhere.
amazing veiw of the horse races.
great weather!
we learned how to bet on horses.
bet on a horse named annapolis and broke even! (£10 bc we are such ballers)
ben won a good bit of money.
and to top off the gloriousness while waiting for the coach we got to chow down on a table of assorted cheeses and drink our wine finally. ha.
just had a lovely lovely day!
thank you ben for everything. and making us get off our hungover asses and come out to the most amazing day every.

we were exasperated...


ascot pictures!

i love long hope.

so im laying in bed next to whit, and we cant stop laughing about last night:

i wake up to ben calling me this morning, i had made plans to go to ascot for horseraces (whoops). i open my eyes and think im in china seeing all these flags around. after some serious thought i realized i was in max's room and that i was super late to go meet ben. shoot. then i though 'oh goodness where the heck is whitney?' i get up grab my things and run up to my room, only to realize i have no key?? i bang on my door for about ten minutes (serious banging/loud pounding). no one responds. i go back to max's and try wrap my head around where whit is. he tells me to try dan's. so i go there. no answer. go back upstairs to mine and bang a bit more. no one, no where. i go to the lobby finally and tell them im locked out and they let me in. and there is whit in my bed asleep with my key. so now for what lead to this last night:

whit and dan come to kings cross.

take back the streets is peddling through. hundreds of people on bikes with loud music. it was intense.

we get some booze. drink in my room. little smash decides to join us.

ashley talks to someone she works with about going out in oxford circus.

we make moves to venture out there and hang out.

kate is gonna meet up with us.

ashley, dan, whit and i head to the tube.

we get off at the street we hear the place we are going to is.

dan goes to get katie

we cant find the place.

and katie and dan are trying to find us.

it was dysfunctional.

so after a lot of walking around and realizing that the pubs are closing.

we meet up with the littlest man ever, ashleys friend from work.

long hope seems like the right choice.

we hop on the tube. and head straight to long hope.

the sign on the door says 'strictly 25 and over'

we go in anyway.

kate needed shots.

after about three shots of jameson and a few phone calls long hope is hoppin.

dance parties and all.

i wake up in the morning...thinking im in china...to ben calling and yelling at me bc im late to his.

i have no clue where whitney is or my room key.

the end of one story and the beginning of another great day...

Hampton Court Flower Show Photos.

photos courtesy of kate
what a lovely day of beautiful weather, flowers, wine tasting, gin tasting, pim tasting, henry VIII (my fav), and hanging out with my best.

out of order....