6.30.10

I feel like this girl when I'm in my Foreign Policy class, and in a room full of IR and Political Science majors that found it more interesting to talk about the intricacies of neorealism and John Mearsheimer, it was more than belittling.

Instead, I attempted to hide every class session. It's usually hot in the blue room.. which is the room next to the Cambridge Union Bar, and I guess Alex took note of the particular odor I accumulated while hiding in my corner. (I usually sweat when it's hot).

Put on the spot, I pulled random references I remember from the history classes I had taken in the past. I don't remember what I said exactly, but it dealt with illustrating how the German approach to WWII was much different from US’s isolationist approach.

Afterwards I took a trip around town, delivered postcards to Jodi Wilson and Melissa (the 8 am PST vid chat session is also the only explanation for Willy's behavior in the photo). It was an adventure, especially since little kids from Oxford, apparently appalled at the sight of an Asian, thrust Polaroid cameras in my face and began snapping away.

When I got to the post office, the little Indian man behind the counter, which I found quite pleasant after the montage of little squats, asks me...

"Send to Japan, right?"

I gave him a dirty look, and so postage ended up being 67 pence, and yes, mailed to the US.

Another thing I did.. I had my first bite of European McDonald’s… a chicken wrap here is two pounds ($3.5 USD)..on a good day.. luxurious stuff.

I wanted better food, so Jason (now known as Jason England) and I, upon returning from an orientation for the weekend Scotland trip and dinner at a Thai restaurant), began fleshing out our plan to travel to Paris. We settled for the easy jet flight, costing us around 120 pounds round trip..

7.1.10

All I can remember is that we just ruined someones night. My neighbor wanted to show me the TV room and so we went in. I casually flipped on the switch and a half naked mass of a man popped out from under the covers. Yeah, call the night ruined.

We ran out, leaving the lights open, the door slamming shut behind us.

We then hurried inside our rooms to avoid retribution from an obviously very angry person.

*****

Crepes for lunch with Margaret.. bacon cheese and mushrooms. The salesguy was really polite. Apparently I shouldn’t expect that everyday. This is also the Student Union Bar.

Studied at King’s College Library for the first time...safe to say not much studying was done.

Afterwards was the adventure with the laundry machine. After waiting for the entire 38 minutes, someone stopped my washer and it stopped at 32 minutes. So I had to wait and press it again.

And come down and put it in the dryer.

And then pick it up again. It was a lot of walking. I was sweating.

Tomorrow we are going to Scotland, and so we just got a burger at Trailer of Life (what would be the trademark late-night eatery of Cambridge).

Upon returning, I realized that the burger didn't do my digestive system a favor. But I’m afraid I will meet a (still) very angry man if I were to venture to the bathroom.