My experience with online dating

October 11th, 2009

After going through some personal stuff, I finally decided that maybe staying in my apartment most of the time wasn’t the best way to meet people (crazy, I know!) I had no idea which ones were good, so I also branched out and joined a few, two pay sites, and one free one. I wasn’t sure what to expect from it, but quickly realized its much like real life. Most people don’t even respond, which I tried to avoid at the beginning, but I also started to do when people who looked like men added me, or something equally as non-good.

So I started contacting people on all the sites, and pretty quickly started to plan some dates. Because I hadn’t received responses from the handful I had contacted in the first few days, I almost turned it into a job search. Two of the websites had means of showing interest easily in someone without actually having to write a message, so I would do that with 10 girls or so, and then write messages to anyone who either responded with the same, or at least looked at my profile. Sadly, like a job search, most never responded.

Despite being a computer nerd, I also know how ineffective communicating through e-mail or IM really is. Its fine for communicating once you know someone, since talking on the phone about random crap during the day isn’t a very effective use of time. But it gives people an extra ability to think about what they’re saying, but it also removes almost everything about their personality too. Its what you want them to be like, not how they actually are. So if it seemed to be going well, I would usually propose meeting for a date rather quickly, so we would see if there was anything actually good going on, or if it was a waste of time.

Doing this, after a week of being on the sites, I had a few dates setup the first weekend. I was rather nervous for the first one, and this didn’t make anything easy, but at least I found a good Indian restaurant locally. The second date went well I thought (even if I had lost my freaking mind and had it at my place) but after a few days of sending texts back and forth, I never heard anything from her again. Then I had a whole two days off before meeting another girl. This one went well, although I thought it had gone bad (to be honest, some of the girls started to melt together, so I would forget who did what, so I tended to talk about myself, not the most attractive thing on a first date) but she seemed to really like me (and she was awesome, so score!)…then I had the bad date.

We were supposed to meet at a restaurant (this was my first time doing that, and my first time not giving my cell phone beforehand). I get there a few minutes beforehand, and decided to wait outside the main entrance to the mall the place was in. I awkwardly ran into a kid I went to high school with (who I completely didn’t recognize until half an hour later, which made me feel like an ass)…and after waiting for 10 minutes (she was 5 minutes late) I decided to wait right outside the main door. I then waited another 10 minutes, and decide to leave. I kind of felt bad, but was also just annoyed, but I felt I should be nice and send her an e-mail saying I was sorry we hadn’t met up, and would like to try again. She had gone right into the restaurant (there was no waiting area…and I’m not one to go into a place I’ve never been before and try and meet someone I really don’t know what she looks like anyways,) so we decided to go see a group that was playing near her place in the south wedge. I park at her place, she didn’t leave the light on, so I’m searching around hoping its the right place, and apparently it was.

The second the door opens, I realized the next hour and a half of my life would be a complete waste of time.

She didn’t have the greatest picture on her profile, and I’m not looking for a supermodel, but she looked, and more importantly sounded, like a man. Knowing it would be rude to go “oh, I need to leave cuz you’re ugly and have a deeper voice than I do” I continue none the less. We go play darts (I did try Ben Afflecks line from “Chasing Amy” when he’s asked to play darts…it didn’t work for me either)  and then go to see a band play near her place. While we were walking and she was talking about how great the area was, someone asks us if we want to buy weed…classy. At the end, I finally find an excuse to leave, walk back to my car, and the conversation went something like “Well, I’m going to get going” “Oh, umm, alright, have a good night”, but over about 30 seconds because neither of us wanted to admit we’d never see the other again.

Luckily, that was the only real bad date I had. Every other one was fairly similar to the next, pleasant enough people, but no real huge spark. Overall, its been a rather good experience, and I’ve met someone great who I hope works out, but I’m trying to not jinx/let out too much  at the moment. One thing I think is funny is that this girl, was the first one who I started to talk to on any of the three sites, and not on the pay one.

Holland, Belgium and London again

September 5th, 2009

Clearly I didn’t keep this updated.

Monday: Woke up, bought the wrong ticket to Gatwick airport (although that wasn’t a problem, they never checked) buying for the wrong train line. Gatwick airport is rather small, especially compared to Heathrow. This was also the first time I’ve actually bought something from duty free. The flight is very similar to Rochester to JFK, so there isn’t much to report. Luckily when I arrived in Amsterdam my baggage came out rather quickly and I was able to get the early train to Groningen. Meeting up with Julia was great, we had a late dinner (it was 10 by this point) and then caught up a bit. Before I knew it, it was 3AM.

Tuesday:

I rode a bike a little the last time I was in Groningen, but this time I rode a bit more. It was the same bike as before too, so only one gear and rather shoddy brakes. It really wasn’t that bad, but carrying groceries while on an unfamiliar bike, trying to keep the bag out of the spokes was rather difficult. I was happy when we got back to her place. That night we met her friend Anja, and rode to a pub at about 10 PM. One of the things that I had to get used to when I came back to the US is being completely sober when leaving a bar, before I could stumble home on the underground, or just walk back to my place on campus. I’ve never had to deal with riding a bike while drunk (well, in this case, half drunk). Luckily, it wasn’t that bad, and I wasn’t the worst rider either.

Wednesday:

Almost a lost day, we got the 11 oclock train to Belgium, watched the Belgium Police have NO CLUE what to do when someone had a seizure in one of the stations, and got to the camping at 7PM after paying a guy 20 Euros to drive us there. We went to Hotel Racing (which is where we hung out a lot in 2007), had a rather bitchy waitress, they gave me the wrong order (although they charged me correctly for what I didn’t order) and then charged Julia 2 Euro’s more for a drink. What was awkward is she went to complain, got the 2 Euros back, and then the owner came back to tell us the menu was wrong, it was 5 Euros, but never asked for any money back. We only went there again once.

Thursday:

We bought the tickets at the track, and were told we could come back at 3 to go to the pit walk. 3 was in fact 4:15. I wasn’t feeling great to begin with, we got there at 2:15 and then had to stand for 2 hours not knowing what was going on. People were rather pissed off, giving the publicist taking pictures the finger. I don’t know if they have any idea why anyone was pissed off. In the end it was worth it, got a lot of drivers autographs, and some great pictures of a GP2 car. Met a few Brits as well, which was good because later in the day the Germans living next to us would really offend Julia, and basically no one else would want to talk or hang out the entire time. We also met a few Dutch people, who would constantly talk about Hitler (when I told the Germans about this, they clamed up and looked very embarrassed). We also went to a great Italian restaurant in town. Julia and I decided this year we weren’t going to live on Hamburgers and Fries.

Friday:

We missed a lot of the first session, but it was still cool seeing the cars run in the rain. We then went to the chicane to take some pictures. Again I didn’t drink enough water, so was feeling rather lousy (and a bit hungover from the previous night.) It was really good to hear the cars, thats really the biggest thing you get from being at the track, and also being able to actually see the different lines the drivers take. For example, Hamilton was always very close to the dogleg before the chicane, while some drivers were one or two car widths up the track, completely wasting time (admittedly, probably a few hundredths, but it does add up.)

This was also the one day we ate at the camping ground. There was a very cool french guy who had brought a truck full of food over. We felt bad for him because we thought the camp ground would be packed, it never was. It must have still made him money (or he got a better deal for being there) and he’ll be back next year (if the race happens.)

We went to bed fairly early, and I was having a good sleep until 2 AM. Julia woke up first because someone was on her feet, and she thought it was me. It wasn’t. A german guy was outside and said that we were in his tent. Julia was yelling at him that it wasn’t, and to get off her feet. He said he wanted to come and see, which I did not want at all. I brought my phone out to show him that our crap was in there. After a bit he went into a rant in german, Julia later translated it for me that he said “its my tent, and I am not going to leave” and then he left. After about a minute I went out to make sure he was actually gone, he was, and then a few minutes later he went into about a 10 minute discussion with the Germans behind us about how there tent was his. He of course left after a while.

Saturday:

Qualifying was insane. We were at Les Combes (saw Luca Baoder crash his car there) and then saw everyone else do silly things. Hearing that Fisiciella had gotten pole was insane too. We were wondering how much fuel he had, and I barely believed it when I heard he had more than Barrichello.

After the track action, we went to dinner at the Italian place again with Owen and Will (the Brits we met earlier) and had a great dinner. We had gotten reservations earlier, which made it a lot easier to get in. That night, we basically got no sleep. The music which hadn’t been played much the last few nights was going full blast, and fireworks were occuring all around us. At about 5AM I had to go to the bathroom and was going to use the bush near our tent. I couldn’t because there were fireworks going off 5 feet behind our tent, which made it almost like daylight. I also didn’t want any shrapnel to hit me, I don’t need to die peeing in a push.

Sunday:

After getting a few hours of sleep we went to the track. The Les Combes area we had stayed at was full of crashes all weekend, and it wasn’t any different. Hamilton, Alquersari, Button and Grosjean crashed right in front of us. The rest of the race was great, and near the end we moved closer to the exit.

We just got a taxi (leaving our tent behind) and made it to the train station rather quickly. We thought we’d be doing well, to get to Amsterdam by 9:50. That was wrong. There was a huge delay, I almost had my bag stolen in Brussels (guy ran off with it, Julia yelled, and he dropped it) and we finally made it to Amsterdam by 12:30. After relaxing for a bit, I got to bed at 2.

Monday:

Flew into London and went to my friend Balsa’s place…except he wouldn’t be there for a few hours. I went to a park and read a book for a few hours. When he got back I finally dropped off my bags, and then we hung out for a bit, and saw Inglorious Basterds again.

Tuesday:

Went to the London aquarium, which I think as an adult is somewhat depressing since you just see how small the area they have to live is. Then had lunch with a friend and checked up on news (being out of the loop for a week is rather weird) and then had a farewell dinner with friends, before waking up early on Wednesday and flying back to the US.

Traveling to London and Europe: The first 4 days…

August 23rd, 2009

I had planned to miss my graduation about a month after working. I knew I couldn’t afford it, and I would run out of vacation days as well. Rather than spending $2k on plane tickets for two trips, I’m spending $1k on plane tickets (which includes my jaunt through Europe starting tomorrow) and spending two weeks away from work (which I am thoroughly enjoying.)

So the trip. I had to leave work 3 hours early, an hour earlier than previously planned because my mom needed some help with stuff before I left. Of course, right after I get there, she locks herself out of the house (15 minutes lost.) As well, the phone system at work went down, and my boss was not aware I was leaving work an hour earlier, so I am sure I looked like an ass. Maybe he’ll read this and realize I was doing work. Anyways, we get everything worked out, and get to the airport 2 hours early.

As I enter the airport I see that Delta is all backed up, and no one is at the US Air booth. At this point I think everything is great…but then there is weather afoot between Rochester and Philadelphia (where I’m flying to the UK from.) We’re delayed by an hour, and the desk openingly lies about whats going on. I was receiving texts from the Orbitz telling me it was delayed while the desk was telling us “in 10 minutes the pilot is going to decide whether we can make it or not.” Very annoying. Luckily when we do make it off the ground the flight is quick, and we land at 8 (only half an hour late.) So I can calm down.

Queue to get on the flight and my ticket gives a big red light on the machine. I’m nervous, whats wrong?! Apparently there is tiny text that if you don’t have bags you have to go to the desk at the gate to check in for your documentation. Problem is, I did this in Rochester, and I have a bag too. I make a snide remark because the page I printed out said “You’re ready to fly” while I’m not, and the person at the gate didn’t appreciate that (luckily she was gone by the time I go through again.) Get my documents checked and want to check that my bags are making it. I give them my tag, and they don’t really respond, and let me know I’m all set for the flight.

The flight was rather boring, and for the 45 minutes we were on the tarmac a baby in the seats ahead of me was screaming the entire time. It also screamed about 15 minutes after I fell asleep both times, so I don’t have much sleep for the second day in a row (over excited the night before my flight.)

We land, and guess what happened? No luggage. This had happened the last time I had a flight with BA from the US (an angry e-mail will occur in the near future, will google for an important person there when I get back to the US.) They acknowledge its a disaster from the US, and that it never made the connection. So I’ll be wearing the same clothes for three days in a row. Luckily my friend Kristina had told me to pack an extra pair of underwear, which I changed into once I got into the hotel.

Because I had lived in London proper for 6 months, and the area for a year and a half, I didn’t have anything I felt I HAD to do. I let my friends know when I was arriving and planned from there. Literally when I had landed I had nothing planned for the day. About half an hour later I had the entire day done. Met with my friend Mike to talk about business and some possible US expansion for his company and areas where I can collaborate (Thanks Sherwin for some of the tips). I then met Emma at tower bridge and had dinner at Nando’s before meeting her workmates. They were at a rather posh club, and here I am in a tshirt, shorts and a backpack. Luckily I’m able to get in because of whose hosting the party, and get Emma to buy me a drink! Have a good time, take the tube with one of her work friends to my stop and walk the 15 minutes to my hotel.

I’m staying in campus housing at City University, which is very cheap (21 quid a night, so for central london is VERY good rate) but also very cut rate. Toilet is shared among 12 people, and two shower stalls are as well. The showers also don’t have anywhere for you to put your towel or soap, so everything goes on the floor or on the divider. Its fine for what I’m doing, but if I had to stay here for a year, I would find somewhere else to live immediately. Also, when I came in (at 10:30 at night after not sleeping for a few days) they claimed I didn’t have a room (I called earlier in the day to confirm my booking was fine) and then looked in the ‘other’ book and found it. So needless distress on my end for no reason.

Second day also had no real plan, but ended up rather well. Went to a few museums (Imperial War Museum is great!) and then came back to my room, hoping my baggage would have been back. It wasn’t, so I took a shower, and then collapsed on the bed for an hour. I didn’t get dinner before I went to go to my friend Balsa, his girlfriend and kid because of this, so I was scrambling a bit. Luckily I was able to get something before they arrived. We went to the Pret where I had a rather depressing birthday party two years ago, and then went to a pub right near where I used to work too.

Saturday the plan was to meet Emma at 12:30 and then go from there. At 10 she told me to push it back to 1. Then on my way to get breakfast at 12 she told me 1:30. I arrived at Bond Street at about 1:15, and after a bit moved out of the tube station, my mobile got coverage and she said she’d be there before 2. I read that as 2, so went to the Ferrari shop at Oxford Circus. Few minutes later she texts me saying she’s here, so I fast walk over, completely miss her and then she catches up to me. We went shopping for a bit, went to Westfield and then went to a rather horrible experience at Pizza Express. The end result was I felt sick, Emma had silver wear which had someone elses food baked on it, and the free dessert we got I couldn’t eat because of feeling sick. Rather annoying.

Today was a lazy day. I’ve been rather exhausted, and just been “go go go” the entire time. I looked for about an hour to find a place which served breakfast and found one, which didn’t look too good, so I just went to a grocery store and got a sandwich meal deal for 3 quid. Went to a few more museums around the Leicester/Trafalgar square area, got a rather boring meal at Hamburger+ (it should not be physically possible to drink a milk shake through a straw, and burgers should be required to be made medium/rare or not made at all) then went to see Ingloruious Basterds. It was rather good, although I want to see it again, also, the Brits don’t get a lot of the American humor.

Now I’m just getting ready for bed. I’ll finish it tomorrow but its not like I have much to do anyways. Off to Holland for two days, and then we’re going to Belgium for the race! Next report likely after I go to the US.

My 1st IT Job

July 12th, 2009

My first real job was working for a small computer sales company, staffed by a bunch of very nice but very computer illiterate people. I was their sole support person, which is much more daunting now that I think about it than I thought at the time. I guess the self-centeredness of being a teenager makes every job seem like you’re the only one which matters, so this was no different. It was also an internship, so I was getting a bit of outside support if I needed it from my teacher at school. I was able to handle most problems which I might have, but would just get life skills and general philosophy about the IT world.

What I remember most is how different companies acted than I thought they would be. We had computers which were physically dying and needed replacing. But because they were still being paid for, they had to deal with what they had. This was just amazing to me. I really had no sense of accounting/money at the time. I still don’t know much accounting, but at least I understand the basic idea of paying for a device over a certain number of years and why this must be done. True, the computers they had bought 2 years prior were 3 years old to begin with (we still ran Windows 98 in 2002, which was unheard of at the time), but there are still rules which must be followed, and the same has been true at every company I’ve worked at since then.

Other than this, the biggest story my boss told me which completely amazed me was how their home computer was a 5 year old Packard Bell. His explanation for it was that when he went home, he just wanted something to work, and also usually didn’t want to see a computer at all either. I was in the process of paying about $2500 for a computer at the time (I have no idea how I managed this btw, either getting the money for it or spending that much on a computer,) so hearing that someone from IT wouldn’t be interested in having an amazing up to date machine bewildered me.

And now I completely understand it.

After working in IT for the last year, it makes perfect sense. I spend all day fixing things, when I come home I just want it to work. Half the reason I still own a Mac is because having the GUI be different makes it easier to deal with, and using Linux doesn’t work with the rule of wanting things to work if I owned a PC. I’ve found my want to tinker with Linux, or side projects involving computers has collapsed since I started working in IT, and is why I still don’t have a desktop, since researching all the components takes forever and a day to get exactly what I want.

Earlier tonight I spent 3 hours trying to upgrade a website, which should be an easy process. In fact I didn’t get anywhere. I had to upgrade a database, but the stupid webhost we use makes this extremely difficult to do, so tomorrow morning I’ll have to start all over. This isn’t how I want to spend my life! I’m already planning the exit strategy so I can start managing IT and not have to deal with the day to day TLC which is required in IT operations. While I love tinkering, I also like stuff other than computers.

Part of my problem with computers is there is very little tangible byproduct of your work. I’ll build an image of a desktop, it will take me 6 hours to complete, and the box will still look exactly the same. Same with networks or servers. Nothing ever really changes, at least as an easily viewable result, its the little black boxes inside which changes, and makes your system 3% faster and slightly more secure. This is why I’ve always liked building car models. I start with many white or grey pieces of plastic on a spure, and then end up with one piece of multicolored plastic which actually requires some skill to produce (I still lack the skill, but I’m working on it.)

Pet peeve time

January 12th, 2008

Just waiting around watching tv and an advert came on for Sky broadband. Everything was alright until they mentioned the fastest connection you could get and how it included a wireless router. The thing is, they didn’t say “row-ter”…they said “root-er.” Everyone here does.  All I ever think of when I hear that is Roto Rooter (http://www.rotorooter.com/) and not a layer 3 network device. I just hope I don’t switch over to saying “root-er” when I get a real job.

Been a while

January 11th, 2008

A mixture of not having time, and just not getting around to this has meant I haven’t updated in a while. Basically I realized the program I’m in is useless, so I’ve just decided to have a good time while I’m here and try not to take things too seriously.

Classes for last quarter were a joke, and the only grade I received was worth 3% of my final average. Everyone in the class except the three people in my group who did nothing received a distinction for the work. That is supposed to be an almost impossible grade to achieve, and everyone got it! This has made me less likely to try.

Over Christmas my friend Julia came over, which was nice.  We went to Salisbury for a few days in the worst rental car ever, it had 64 horsepower and I had to down shift to 4th to make it up any sort of hill on the M roads. Luckily I didn’t pay the surcharge for me being underage, so that was nice.

Classes sort of started this week. I say sort of, because the first two classes were canceled, we just weren’t informed of this. Then I got yelled at because I sent an e-mail asking if classes were still occurring the rest of the week because of the “sarcastic” tone of the message.  It wasn’t sarcastic, and then the guy bitching about my tone went off on how difficult tone was to perceive in an e-mail when I told him about people being annoyed about an e-mail the head of the department sent. So I need to check my tone, but she doesn’t, that makes sense.

Yeah, so I’m not expecting much from this school anymore, but at least I’m getting to hang out with my friends more.

No money again…but this time not my fault!

November 11th, 2007

I finally got my check last week and deposited it, so my bank account has a lot of money, which is awesome. The problem is I never got my debit card’s pin number, thinking I had to go to the bank to do this. This is not the case, it was never ACTIVATED so I still don’t have access to my account. Right now I have 18 dollars in my US account and £4.80 in random change here. I hope I get my pin by Friday so I don’t have to borrow money from my friends when I go to London for a show.

We’re going to Fabric to see Kid sister and some other bands, it was £15, which isn’t horrible but obviously not cheap. We’re going to a few pubs too the rest of the night so I’m going to have to stay in this week and probably next weekend too.

The weather has actually been pretty nice, I left my friends place at 4AM yesterday after a late night monopoly session and it wasn’t cold or anything. The night before was a little bit nuts though, I got home an hour earlier but it was free alcohol for Stu night, so I was pretty pissed at that point.

I finally have my first assignment due on Wednesday! The only problem is I finished it in about 5 minutes in class. I actually haven’t done much school work this weekend. Yesterday I went shopping with Emma and today I cleaned my room and watched videos.

Not much else is going on. I am learning all of the British terms, but I think I mentioned that last time. It will be interesting when I go back home if I have an accent or not, and if I can turn back into “American” mode or if I continue to say things like knackered, cuppa and mint.

Woo nearly a month later

November 8th, 2007

I rule. Well, not really, but stuff has happened, just too much to categorize in here and go into any detail.

My first radio show went pretty well, I am going to be on at 5 PM here time (so noon EST) on Thursday. You can listen at  http://www.insanityradio.com/.  No clue what we’re playing (other than 80’s music) but I don’t really care since I’m there just to have fun.

Classes have been okay, I am hoping things pick up soon though since it has been pretty easy. Went into a meeting as the student representative and didn’t really get much done other than piss off a few of my professors.

Weather has actually been fairly decent, its usually between 10 and 15 out, which is dealable as long as I keep on walking. Walking has been something I’ve just gotten used to, and I’ve started to lose some weight, my pants now almost aren’t fitting me, its sort of nuts. I need to go shopping soon to get some new pants, but I’m a bit nervous about having to go down to 30’s, then moving up in weight in a few months.

Today during a break between classes I hung out with some new people, and it turned out to be bunch of Iranians. We didn’t talk too much about politics, but it was still neat getting into a conversation with people who I probably wouldn’t ever have met in the US.

I have gotten into tea in a big way, usually once or twice a day I get it, it is officially better than coffee in multiple ways.

Finalizing plans to get my friend Julia to come for Christmas break since I am staying here, so that should be fun. Also maybe get to test drive a caterham 7 during the break if I can continue to be cool.

I am getting tired of not having power for my external hard drive. I have gotten sick of the small amount of music I have on my notebook (and the lack of space it gives me on my drive.) I also realized I want a nice speaker system, and to get into vinyl because of its inherent awesomeness. So I need to fix that soon.

I am now not really tired and its 12:30, going off to learn more british terms from my friends.

And today it rained

October 9th, 2007

I realized that I just can’t wrap up two or more days into one post, so I’m basically going to only try to do one day at a time, maybe it will be easier to update if I don’t have to think of multiple days (of course now I’m remembering stuff from yesterday.)

Anyways, today was somewhat a lazy day, but also not at all. I missed breakfast because I was too lazy to put on clothes this morning and go out into my kitchen. Even though it was pouring outside, I went to Staines with Molly to get some stuff I needed. I finally basically gave up and realized I needed to spend money on things I require to live and not wait until my loans come in. Even with the worst currency exchange I should have enough money to live the rest of the year without getting a job, even though I will get one unless my studies require I don’t.

We went down there and found an AWESOME kitchen store, I got a great skillet (not cast iron…that will have to wait) and another pan. Luckily I was able to return the other pans I had because they had become scratched immediately. The only issue is they only cost me 5 quid, so it wasn’t a huge payback. I’ll be going back once I get money to buy some more stuff.

I also got denied from buying pencils at waitrose. Apparently they were smuggled in or something because they weren’t in the system, and they couldn’t find where they were. I really wish the place wasn’t the closest thing to Wegmans we had, or I would just stop going because of the constant retardation I encounter while going there.

I also finally made the first real dinner here, which might explain my money situation. I had lamb and rice, it was pretty good but I didn’t realize how useless the lamb I got was, I had two “chops” and there was maybe two real bites on each one. I am of course now hungry but trying to just get to sleep before making something which will wake me up for another two hours.

Yesterday I finally met up with Anca for what seemed like forever, but it was really only 6 days. It was especially weird though because for the first 10 days we were here we saw each other, and then there was nothing for 6 days. After getting lunch I then met all her other post grad (or PG) classmates and studied in the library for 4 hours before getting dinner with “my crew.” I then was lame and went to bed around 11, because I suck.

Talking about bed, it seems like a good time, being 11:21 and all.

First part of the weekend

October 7th, 2007

Classes are really picking up, my class on Friday seemed pretty interesting and the teacher really knows his stuff. I already got thrown into my group which was fun since I have to wait until next week to find out my groups in the other classes.

Thursday night was pretty nuts, went out to “Que Pasa” for two for one cocktail night. As we were standing at the bus stop it looked like a garbage truck was coming by. In reality it was a flatbed hauling a WWII tank! I didn’t have my camera with me, but it was also 7 PM so the chance of getting a decent picture was low. We also quickly figured out that the reason Que Pasa was really dead was because the drinks were horrible. I actually switched to Strongbow after my first drink.

The rest of the night was somewhat of a blur, I just remember going to sleep at 5AM.

Friday was pretty quiet because of Thursday, finally watched the latest Heroes at Molly’s and then went to sleep early.

Saturday I had an interview with the radio station. I think they want to give us a show, but I’m not really happy with the way I came off, I was basically a third wheel so I wouldn’t be completely surprised if we get the show, but I’m not part of it.

After that we went to London…eventually. I wanted to get my rail card but the line was going to take about half an hour, and at this point I was hungry so I was already somewhat emo. I spent a few more quid on the ticket, so I’ll go tomorrow to get it when hopefully no one is down there.  Once we did finally get to London we went to Camden to look at the market. It was massive and had basically everything…except the stuff I came to London to get! I had a good time though seeing things and hanging out, but I had to go back to Oxford Street to get some cold weather clothes and I still need some kitchen stuff too.

At this point I split up from the rest of the group and met up with my friend Matt from the states and we went to a few pubs around the area before I had to come home. It was really weird when I finally got back around midnight because there are NO lights for about 200 feet between campus and the street. I think its ironic the school goes on and on about how “oh, its safe here…but if you go outside at night you’re going to get murdered…but its safe” and then doesn’t have lights everywhere. Getting to bed was really nice, but then I didn’t wake up for the F1 race this morning because I needed a day to finally sleep in.