chocolate by the 1975 is a catchy song. so catchy, that I had to title the blog with at least one lyric from that song.
if you don't know it, just click right here for the video. boom. enjoy.
after you do that, you should read this!
heyoooo,
next week is going to own my life because, I have an exam on Monday for Abnormal Psychology and not one but three presentations--one for Philosophy, one for Women's Literature, and one for Abnormal Psychology. plus, next week is initiation week for our newest members of Phi Sigma Sigma.
basically, insanity.
however, I am still committed to blogging about my life, because I told myself that I would. so get excited. I may be busy but I will make time for this.
anyway: I have no idea what to write about right now. currently, I am supposed to be reading Quicksand by Nella Larsen for my Women's Literature class tomorrow and writing a very brief paper about it when I finish. well...I have 30 pages left currently and my motivation got left behind in the library, after I was there and productive for mostly all of the 4 hours I was there. so...here I am. blogging, drinking Coke at basically 11:30 at night, eating my second cheese stick of the day, and jamming to music.
yup. my life. I wish the real world would just stop hassling to me. (and yes, that song Real World by Matchbox 20 just ended. yup. if you don't know that one, I think you need to go back to the 90's.)
and...Icarus by Bastille is playing currently. Bastille is an amazing band. if you don't know who Bastille is, you need to look at your life, look at your choices, and look Bastille up. do it now.
anyway: the fact that I mentioned not one but two bands (The 1975 and Bastille) that hail from England, maybe I should just blog about England for a few seconds. obviously, I cannot blog about every single aspect in this post--mostly because I have to be productive tonight still and because it's a lot of fangirling and OMG I'M IN ENGLAND. AHHHH.
okay. so I went to England for a month. it was wonderful. it wasn't long enough, but it was wonderful.
I'm still having trouble finding the words to properly express the experience and I don't even know where to start, since the memories keep flooding back and blending together into this giant vat of "ENGLAAAAAND."
so I suppose the beginning will have to suffice. after getting out of the airport, we took a coach from Manchester to York, which took a few hours. during the bus ride, it was nothing but green and hilly countryside. and lots of brick buildings--including houses. and sheep. let's not forget the sheep.
I still cannot accurately describe how green it was. I'm pretty sure it rained the entire drive too and then, when we got to York, it was a bit sunny.
the jet lag was real at this point, especially when we had to carry our heavy suitcases up hill, to our hostel, and up a few flights of stairs. it was called The Ace Hostel, but our itinerary said The Ace Hotel. woops.
it was not a hotel, guys.
I mean, I have stayed in hostels before so I wasn't terribly disgusted by the place. there were eight of us to a room in our hostel, but we were only in York for a few days so it wasn't terrible. mainly, we were just there for sleeping and recovering from the jet lag.
and let me tell you, my jet lag was really bad. like...it took me until we left York to eat and sleep like a normal person who was used to England life.
anyway, we got all settled into our rooms and our professor was like "yo, go explore until we have to meet as a class later! don't just go to sleep because your sleep cycle will get thrown off!"
so. Erin (yes. there were two on the trip. I've known her since my freshman year so she's basically my other half, in case you care), Kelsey, Maggie and I decided to go to a local sandwich shop to eat. it was relatively close to our hostel and it was relatively cheap, since we had yet to venture to an ATM to try out our debit cards.
I had this brie and cranberry panini, which wasn't bad, but I also was super disoriented and not used to this whole England thing just yet.
seriously. we were all eating and zoned out to the point where we were barely conversing. I think we got looking at a map at this point, just so we could do a bit of sight seeing, but it was mostly just a vague plan of wandering around.
after lunch, we followed the map, crossed a pretty river where we took a few pictures (I'm pretty sure it was the Thames, but I could be wrong), and made it to the more modern-looking York. H&M was one of the first things we saw that looked familiar.
then, we saw Ryan and Jacob from our group so we decided to join them on our search for an ATM and pretty scenery. (spoiler alert: we found both.)
during pretty scenery time in this garden sort of by York Minster, we basically ran around, laughed, took obnoxious pictures, and we were all like "OMG WE ARE IN ENGLAND. AHHHHH" for however long we were there, which was probably about an hour. our concepts of time were a little bit off at this point.
then, we wandered back towards our hostel and ventured into a little cathedral. we were in there for a long time. it was really spiritually awakening and just...still.
since we didn't have a ton of time left before we had to meet back at the hostel, we decided to quickly walk on a very small part of the wall surrounding the city of York and told ourselves that we would walk the wall in its entirety before we left in a few days.
let's just say the view was amazing.
at this point, we had to go back to our hostel to discuss our plans for class tomorrow, as well as the rules of the hostel. it was pretty basic.
then, we all basically chilled, got dinner (I believe that was the night that we went to The Slug and Lettuce), and turned in early. of course, I could barely sleep, which wasn't super fun to deal with the next morning.
point is, the first day was a total blurr, especially since Sunday and Monday sort of meshed into one super long day, due to the time difference of 5 hours (or was it 6 hours?) and my lack of sleep on the plane. but it's a blurr that I can't forget.
yeah. that's about all I can muster for this evening.
until next time, dear readers!
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