Lonely Pilgrim
Hmmm.... Monday I finally attended Physical Landscapes (sadly, the first lecture i've been to for one month and ten days in this class), and lazied it up for the rest of the night. I started reading Huck Finn for American Lit, which of course brought back memories......OF EIGHTH GRADE.... seriously, this class is like something out of Harry Potter- that is, it's English and it's middle school....
Seriously though, I love Mark Twain, the guy was a genius, and it's always nice to read a book that: 1) i've read before, and 2) i actually enjoyed it last time, so this is like watching an old favorite movie.
Anna and I popped in Requium for a Dream, and although it starred Jared Leto (of Prefontaine and My So Called Life fame), the rain outside and depressing nature of the movie convinced me to stay in and avoid Crosscountry practice, hence continuing the theme of absolute laziness.
Today wasn't too much better..... I woke up before 10 (props for that), and read my required Jeremy Paxman and John Oakland chapters, and again hit up Mark Twain. Really, none of this is worth blogging about.....
Lecture today was a worker for the NHS, the National Health Service here in the UK. For whatever reason, I was entirely too interested.... Talking about the fact that only 5% of the British have health insurance because there is no need for it, the fact that all healthcare is free but is slowly moving towards privitization and specialization.....well, it interested me for whatever reason.
The week can only pick up from here- Johnny Meyer lands in London and takes a train up tomorrow, all the while i'm stuck in class, going to crosscountry, and going on a Superhero themed pub crawl in Lenton....
hopefully i'm present in both mind and body when John shows up at 1am tomorrow....
His presence will help to dissuade the feelings of jealousy and dissapointment in missing out on a traditionally family-oriented time of the year.... Katie and Brian, if you read this, be sure to take an extra vicodin for me, and take pics of the cow-egging that i demand you partake in, in memory of me..... Mom and Dad, if you read this, forget about the last sentence.
-a lonely pilgrim across the atlantic
*sidenote: for the first time in my Thanksgiving day career (all 20 years), i will finally be surrounded by real live Indians.... along with some Pakistani, a few Chinese kids, maybe that guy from Hong Kong........
posted by Kevin @ 9:22 PM
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