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TV Huggers, Jesus Belts, and 2500 bffs

Faithful readers, fear not... despite a crazy few days and a sticky B key on the computer thanks to Eda's reckless Wine Wednesday particpation, the blog must go on.
This week was busy- and now I can finally catch my breath (possibly the longest i've gone without mindless blogging, and i feel too far behind to attempt, but i'll dig in.

Monday was monumental- my first Television Cultures class, and it looks like a keeper. Strangely enough, it's team-taught by two witty (well, they think they're witty, and i suppose that's half the battle)- a guy that looks like josh groban with grey hair and a fake tan, and a fat Texan lady with a butch haircut and an even worse fashion sense. Hard to explain, but the tarp she was wearing didn't really give Americans a fighting chance in the realm of respectability as instructors.

Basically, the course explores genres, the cultural impacts, and the ins and outs of television history, along with some technical aspects. Personally, I'm pumped. On several occasions, they made sweeping statements like "HUG YOUR TELEVISION" and, "WE DON'T WANT YOU TO HATE TV, JUST BAD TV".... Fat Texan Prof mentioned her amazing SkyPlus (like Tivo plus satilite) four times, and even mentioned hugging her television.... "It gets lonely at night..."

Today (Thursday) I attended my first TV Viewing session, two hours of Dragnet, Honeymooners, and a lame lame lameass BBC Documentary on the very first tv broadcasting. Sad to say, I almost fell asleep.... I know, I'm supposed to love this stuff, but too much black and white mixed with bad writing is painful sometimes.

Monday night provided the first of many nights of hard partying, UK style. For too long the flat has been lame, staying in on Mondays, avoiding the pubs, secluding ourselves. Monday was a trip to Oceana that won't be forgotten.
Along with Emily's early exit, the Scissor Sisters-Mika one-two punch on the dance floor, and a certain JESUS ROCKS studded belt worn by Ms Slutty Nottingham 2006 herself, the night was one to remember.

Mary's rabid friend Caroline was along for the ride, staying in the flat since Sunday night on a week long adventure en route home from a month in Turkey and Greece. It's always great to have new friends in the flat- not only offers a chance to pad Facebook Friend numbers from other schools, but also provides a unique look into who the flatmates ally themselves without outside of the Friendly Confines of the NottFlatt.
Tuesday, Eda Kate and Katie Roos made their appearance, arriving via dirty bus from London. It's so strange to entertain friends from Luther (or anywhere outside of Notts for that matter)- it's like the first trip home for Winter break or something freshman year in college when buddies come to visit.... like the collision of George Castanza's two worlds (a George, divided among himself.....Cannot Stand!), with less harmful after effects....

Hearing about their experiences in Spain was great- it was hilarious to hear them play off of each other, explain their group from LC, their host family, and their feelings of homesickness or lack of it-- yet another unique and inspiring perspective.... I forgot how spunky (pretty accurate word, really) the girls are... haha.

We took the girls to The Lion and Pitcher & Piano at night, where they experienced Ale for the first time. Coming from the ale-less lands of Spain in the south, they were less than impressed. Sorry. 6 pound cocktails at Pitcher made up for it.

Wednesday was a day of excitement and great sadness. Eda found boots, Katie and Eda were unable to secure a 'Buy One Get One Free" sale at The Office shoe store, and we attended Brandon's amazing evensong service at St. Mary's Church..... the sadness was the lack of shoe buying....

Last night concluded with the creation of a new Facebook account (if you have to ask, you're so not cool), a few samplings of Boozers' famous low-pound, high-volume wines, and too many black and white pictures to post.
Waking up late in Girly fashion, Eda and Katie missed out on a boring trip to Uni, but were more than ready to head to the airport for a quick 5 day stop in Dublin before working their way back through Notts before classes pick up again in Spain.

The long day (and equally long post) drew longer as I made a double batch (6 loaves) of bread, tomato basil soup (sans basil), and Aaron cracked off a double decker chocolate cake for dinner. I smell like dishwashing soap. and it's not my 99 pence Lemon Fresh shampoo from ASDA.

In city centre, I saw 5 or 6 temp agencies, so tomorrow could be spent pretending to want work.... that or bitching about Jane Austen in true EnglishMajorwhomaybeshouldn'tbeanEnglishMajor fashion.

Who knows. Might not have enough time.

posted by Kevin @ 9:56 AM