Bombs over Bagdhad.....or, Guy Fawkes Day in England
For the past two weeks, life in the flat has more closely resembled the opening scenes of The Lion,Witch and the Wardrobe (ie, raids over london circa WWII) than a pleasant dorm experience. To explain, it's important to understand that in England, Guy Fawkes day is a lame ass excuse to buy fireworks and shoot them off from 4pm until midnight every night from Oct 5 until some time next month.
As a result of the pyro nature deeply inbred in every Englishman, our existence has been marred by a daily barrage of explosions- pops, bangs, loud cracks- at all hours. It's not quite the same as the Fourth in the States, in the sense that A) this crap is everywhere, legal and available, B) it goes on for days and days, and finally, C) EVERYONE does it. A layer of smogish smoke, sulfurous and suffocating, has enveloped the surrounding neighborhoods, to the point that even 20 minutes from city centre, street lights and headlights appear as beams cutting through the night. From high on the Aspley Rd bridge, it's possible to see literally hundreds of fireworks and explosions from 360 degrees- every direction.
While it was noticable from within the flat (everywhere in the flat), our 45 minute walk back from campus today from Aaron's Orchestra concert provided a wider view of just how much of the city had been engulfed in Firework Fever.
hahaha......'interval' instead of 'intermission'....what the hell is wrong with these people?
A lazy sunday to say the least, I finally finished my 520 page book (could i be any more proud of myself? hopefully you're reading this, mom and dad)... and managed to clean the flat before our financial liason at Luther, Mark Lund arrived to have an informal "What's crappy, what's wrong, what should we throw money at" talk with the flatmates. We turned Martha Stewart on him, and put together a cute English Tea complete with apple bread and oatmeal raisin cookies made by yours truly.
The concert was good- some Motzart, some Wagner, some Schumann... Aaron rocked the bass trombone, and although it again took Ana, Hilary, Emily, Mary and I more than an hour to make it to University, it was well worth the wait.
In academic news, i continue to slack. maybe it's not me so much as the classes here being so strange. Although classes started one month ago, i have only been to Geology once.... and this week is our reading week for the department. This means, that although this is my hardest class (by a longshot), i may only have been to lecture less than 5 times..... scary. In other news, that means i can wake up entirely too late and write my Paidiea II essay that is due tomorrow night....that and maybe shop for xmas gifts for the family.... probobly the latter.
With a stomach full of leftover french fries and ears abuzz with cheap gunpowder, i'm out.
dishes don't just do themselves....that's what the girls are for.....?
out of female supervision, we decided to climb out of a very small window onto the roof....
we had cool hats while we did it (yeah, that's the roof behind us....)....get over it.....
posted by Kevin @ 10:56 PM
3 Comments:
heyooo!
(sidenote: i just stole that "heyooo" from you.....pole sana). after soaking up roughly an hour of my internet time to read the last 4 or 5 posts (i forget?) i have a few things to say...
1. love the tatoo idea
2. i can totally relate to "reflection on reflections"...that post spoke volumes and you have no idea how well you described what i've been struggling to for 4 months. thanks.
3. your vocabularly is impressive to say the least, but almost too much to handle...don't curb it for me though, keep on keepin on you intelectual SOB you.
4. will the nottingham girls mind doing our dishes in baker next year (*knock on wood for baker...)?
5. i love you....?...not sure what else to say but i feel like there was a lot more.
anywho, as always i enjoyed the updates, even though they have caused me once again to wonder where the hell my internet time that should be devoted to schoolwork has gone. toodles for now and much love.
-thirsty boozer...man it's hott here
I don't get it, you don't like fireworks?!
Additionally, good work at escaping to the roof?! Real cool. And nice hats.
Love ya kiddo,
Eeds
ps-flabongos, ever done one? haha
dude that roof pic reminds me of third rock from sun!
i gotta go to bed now,
love you man,
Justin
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