Ashley, Sara, & I in front of the Castle!First off, it's my dad's birthday today! So...HAPPY BIRTHDAY FEO! I am jealous that my family spent his & Pong Pong's birthday together. But I got to skype with them (and cute Penelope!) so that was lovely.
Time flies here. It really does. Whoosh, time gone. Not much has happened since my last post. I can't believe I have been back over a month. That's crazy. Well let's see what has happened? Ali read his story out loud to class and people were dumbfounded. One girl said, "I am so disturbed." While a guy said, "Yes...but I liked it." Then the girl insisted, "Harry would NEVER betray Ron like that...never." People looked at her funny as she continued, "G-od, I am such a dork." Later in the conversation I go, "Well honestly, Harry would have the muggle porn himself unless Mr. Weasley has a secret stash of porn in the Burrow somewhere...." Everyone stopped and turned to me, mouths a gape as I realized what a dork I am. So I say with finesse, "Yes, I know, i'm an even BIGGER dork!" It was quite funny. Ali though, defended his piece profusely calling it "profound." He didn't explain why it was...but his Harry Potter soft porn was just profound. I admire his belief in his work.
There is a wonderfully attractive Asian boy in Sara's sociology lecture. She told me about him as we were walking through the meadows one night. And she nudges me and I look up and one of the most attractive guys walked past us--I gaped. I unabashedly gaped. I swear, my head did a complete turn as he walked away...It was just blatant gaping. The next week, Sara and I are walking home in the middle of a conversation when she says randomly, "Alex, we're going to have such a lucky day." Puzzled I ask why as she gestures ahead. The pretty Asian boy was walking towards us...I had to adjust my glasses! It is ridiculously bad. Not stalker level--and it will never be--but he is just so pretty to look at. Glasses and nice coats, a marvelous combination! Oh dear...
This weekend Ashley came!!!! It was WONDERFUL to see her! It had been way too long! On Friday, Sara and I took her around the Royal Mile, to eat some pig (YUM OINK!), and had some chocolate soup. While Saturday we went shopping and I did damage. Oh, boy, did I do some hefty damage. I found ankle boots that were divine. They cost a pretty pence. I called my dad just to make sure I could buy such expensive footwear. He said and I direct quote, "If you don't wear them, i'll smash you." So here I am with ridiculously expensive boots, but quite happy! It was just amazing to spend some time with Ashley and show her around Edinburgh. We walked so much. And the first day it was steadily raining (and I did not bring a umbrella) I really need to learn. But despite the rain, it was a lovely day!
I realize I need to keep track of current events. I need my daily dose of NPR, so my new homepage is the NYtimes website! That's all I can think of now. I will try to write more frequently and grace you with the mundane things of my life and magically turn them into charming stories! Oh random story. For my literature course, Subjectivity, Modernity and the Novel, my professor Bob Irvine, is intense. He once told a student in a lecture to "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" because he was talking excessively. Well we read Pamela, and in it the main character always evades being raped by her master, Mr. B (Mr. Booby) and Bob casually addresses the class by saying, "he is really not that great of a rapist, I mean he just gives up after she goes unconscious! he really is a pretty rubbish rapist actually." Awkward laughter ensued but Sara and I just wanted to ask him, "So, Bob, in your eyes what constitutes a good rapist?" Oh dear!
Hope everyone is doing swimmingly!!
Time flies here. It really does. Whoosh, time gone. Not much has happened since my last post. I can't believe I have been back over a month. That's crazy. Well let's see what has happened? Ali read his story out loud to class and people were dumbfounded. One girl said, "I am so disturbed." While a guy said, "Yes...but I liked it." Then the girl insisted, "Harry would NEVER betray Ron like that...never." People looked at her funny as she continued, "G-od, I am such a dork." Later in the conversation I go, "Well honestly, Harry would have the muggle porn himself unless Mr. Weasley has a secret stash of porn in the Burrow somewhere...." Everyone stopped and turned to me, mouths a gape as I realized what a dork I am. So I say with finesse, "Yes, I know, i'm an even BIGGER dork!" It was quite funny. Ali though, defended his piece profusely calling it "profound." He didn't explain why it was...but his Harry Potter soft porn was just profound. I admire his belief in his work.
There is a wonderfully attractive Asian boy in Sara's sociology lecture. She told me about him as we were walking through the meadows one night. And she nudges me and I look up and one of the most attractive guys walked past us--I gaped. I unabashedly gaped. I swear, my head did a complete turn as he walked away...It was just blatant gaping. The next week, Sara and I are walking home in the middle of a conversation when she says randomly, "Alex, we're going to have such a lucky day." Puzzled I ask why as she gestures ahead. The pretty Asian boy was walking towards us...I had to adjust my glasses! It is ridiculously bad. Not stalker level--and it will never be--but he is just so pretty to look at. Glasses and nice coats, a marvelous combination! Oh dear...
This weekend Ashley came!!!! It was WONDERFUL to see her! It had been way too long! On Friday, Sara and I took her around the Royal Mile, to eat some pig (YUM OINK!), and had some chocolate soup. While Saturday we went shopping and I did damage. Oh, boy, did I do some hefty damage. I found ankle boots that were divine. They cost a pretty pence. I called my dad just to make sure I could buy such expensive footwear. He said and I direct quote, "If you don't wear them, i'll smash you." So here I am with ridiculously expensive boots, but quite happy! It was just amazing to spend some time with Ashley and show her around Edinburgh. We walked so much. And the first day it was steadily raining (and I did not bring a umbrella) I really need to learn. But despite the rain, it was a lovely day!
I realize I need to keep track of current events. I need my daily dose of NPR, so my new homepage is the NYtimes website! That's all I can think of now. I will try to write more frequently and grace you with the mundane things of my life and magically turn them into charming stories! Oh random story. For my literature course, Subjectivity, Modernity and the Novel, my professor Bob Irvine, is intense. He once told a student in a lecture to "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" because he was talking excessively. Well we read Pamela, and in it the main character always evades being raped by her master, Mr. B (Mr. Booby) and Bob casually addresses the class by saying, "he is really not that great of a rapist, I mean he just gives up after she goes unconscious! he really is a pretty rubbish rapist actually." Awkward laughter ensued but Sara and I just wanted to ask him, "So, Bob, in your eyes what constitutes a good rapist?" Oh dear!
Hope everyone is doing swimmingly!!
Graveyard beneath Princes Street
1 comment:
You should tell Bob Irvine to, "Shut the fuck up". There would be mass protests on the campus of Sarah Lawrence if his comments were relayed to the general student body. Return those boots! They don't fit and they are poorly made. They'll dissolve in the rain.
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