primark let me down

so, yesterday, i was wearing my PRIMARK ballet flats..they cost me 4 quid, and hadn't let me down, until... so, i exit baker's street tube station and doo-ta--doo,i bust my ass near a bunch of pigeoons(aka 'flying rats')!! i seriously don't even know i slipped, er fell... and the crazy thing is, noone stopped, noone laughed, i was just in shock, b/c you know how many ppl are in london on any street, @ any time of day?!?

i was just even more upset, b/c the pigeons are flying around me, and i couldn't run away this time, i couldnt willingly avoid the pigeons! grrr....if only i didnt have to go to the damn baker's street campus to get my damn check, this clearly all could've been avoided.
oh well, i can laugh @ it now.
..p.s--> i saw this women str8 out of africa today..she nearly knocked me over with her child..i mean she had her baby swaddled in some 'starry-nite' bed sheets instead of buying a damn papoose for the poor baby! they do make these 'baby-carriers' you know?!?
oh well, off to the 'electric birdcage'..cool name, huh? it's tracy's bday

DK aka denmark

ok..so, i visited my old flatmate, sabine, in arhus, denmark...
damnit, it was coold. well, colder than london, at least..and all i did was EAT.SHOP (everything in that country is designer, go figure?). BE LAZY AS HELL.!! it was gr8...and the men-- gorgeous? laawd.
o, yes, and i visited a science museum b/c im a nerd like that. and, at this particular museum there was an exhibit on childbirth and blah, blah..and do you know, one of these exhibits was of a uterus?! a damn uterus, that you can 'crawl' into and everything?? DISGUSTIN', but the pic above is of me, in the uterus...yes, my dream...fulfilled?? and you could also put on the 'baby-suit' contraption as if i wanted to pretend to be pregnant... but, i couldn't do that..that's just too much.
the uterus was enough for me..

ny-08

aaaaaand, i have returned everyone! i know, i know, it's been awhile since i've written. haPPy neW Yr!!
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i spent my new yrs @ a moroccan restaurant - souk - in covent garden...it's a nice little spot =)
..afterwards, some friends and i hit the streets to join hundreds of thousands, literally, of britons, to watch fireworks..im telling you, the crowds were ridiculous!!
ppl were hanging from the street lights and go figure, it was RAINING - like some serious rain! and tubes were open til 4am instead of 1230am..massive !

after fireworks, this random guy comes up and tries to kiss me..im like, once again...wtf?.. ppl are crazy. so, this guy, asian, probably indian, says, "why you no kiss?' my reply, cuz i dont know you?
ugh, oh well it was new years, i let him give me a kiss...on the cheek...

after new yrs, i got to recover from jet lag...WHAT A B*TCH!... had to get over this jet lag b4 DK ....

thoughts on rain.

hmm..today's a pretty rainy day..go figure..i live in london, right?!?

..and it got me thinking..i asked my friend riaz if he was going out anywhere last wkknd...and do you know his response, "no, it's raining..don't think i'll be heading out."

WTF?? are you kidding me?!? it's LONDON. that's what happens. it rains...and i don't mean, soFla thunderstorms that last hours on end..i mean annoying just-rain-damnit-if-you're going-to-rain type of rain. some would call that mist.

..and besides dealing with rain in london, one is also subject to the tube...
..and it got me thinking..there's this little button that lights up when the tube doors are about to open. this little button is usually controlled by the tube conductor. everyday, at LEAST one idiot pushes the poor little button with aaalll their might as if they have 'the magic touch' that will open the tube doors upon arrival. sorry, IDIOT you are not the chosen one.

anyway, once off the tube, you must push past this same IDIOT who happens to be pulling 2 heavy ass suitcases, who has no idea where he/she is going, and stops on the middle of the platform blocking you and the "hardworking" citizens or other students from getting to work or uni.
..and yes, i'm still thinking...ppl, myself included, morph into this wretched soul pushing past ppl, and nearly tripping over strollers, and the geriatrics to get to these "stairways to heaven' to only be greeted by...gray skies (or sometimes blue ones)
but, by this time you have morphed back into your proper self and actually are friendly with that IDIOT..

a game of clue: slightly resolved

aaah. 2 am friday morning i hear someone vomiting..i'm thinkin - oh well, ill just check on my flatmates when i really wake up.
ha! i exit my room to find vomit not only in the hallway, but splattered on another flatmate's door, in front of her room, and in the kitchen.
yum! so, some, NOTICE, some flatmates and i convene in the hallway wondering where this sh*t came from b/c none of the 4 of us did it...

that only leaves one culprit- caitlin
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so, this wknd was really a game of clue - whodunit? who threw the f*ck up all over our apt and left in the middle of the nite? who dared to apologize by fcbk 3 whole days later b/c they were told to?
---and in order to facilitate this drunken vomiting, erica,debbie, and whoever the hell else were dwnstrs took another flatmates shot glasses AND MY GLASSES without asking. who does that? how do you jus come into someone else's place you don't know..and take their shit?? and don't return it?
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sigh.. had to vent..back to the story:

we all turn to look at caitlin as she emerges from her room with her friend.. we ask her where the vomit came from ALL OVER OUR F*ckin apt?!?

nope. wasn't caitlin, but her friend debbie (debbie is really better friends with erica who lives dwnstrs)
oh wait, convo interrupted by a FIRE ALARM?

so we leave our hot, now-smelly apt to go out in the freezing cold to walk 2 blocks for no DAMN reason.
guess who we see during the fire drill? erica...we tell her what her friend debbie did, and she was jus too nonchalant about it...hmmm!?? sumpthin is funny...

so upon returning to our humble flat, caitlin dares ask the cleaning lady to clean the vomit?! heeeell no?!?
so caitlin and her friend ended up "cleaning" up the vomit.
-the smell lasted aaaall wknd!!

and we hear nothing of debbie..so, this b*tch vomited all over our apt from being drunk, and just up-n-left...
..this case remains slightly resolved b/c debbie has no apologized in person. FCBK my ass?!?

"the london- duna weekly"

ok..ok..cheesy..but sooo what?!?

just randomness as usual, kinda like when ddNTP's bind to ssDNA during gene sequencing, or, when....
i just really wanted to let you know i really do attend uni.
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what the heeell is going on with mr.wannabe from kingston?! a box of crayola?! are you serious?
p.s - i'm just helping bossip.com out by spreading the word.
guess he really is "taking it to another level."

ooh oh..and yyyy was this staaaaank, extremely smelly homeless guy in my tube?? and more importantly, yy was he smoking?? it clearly states.....

te con leche

hmm..this morning i wake up to a lil 'spanish fiesta/tea party' going on in MY kitchen. wtf?!?
ok,
i hear: "insert loud spanish here".
so, since I live there, i'm gonna go into MY kitchen..
.no offence, but it was the CLEANING CREW all up in our kitchen?!?

so, i pretend like I need some damn tea, and since i'm half asleep, it took me awhile to realize i was trying to put the wrong tea pot on the wrong base..
granted, if i didn't have the WHOLE CLEANING crew in my kitchen to mumble to themselves in spanish ,"ooh, she's still sleeping, maybe she needs to switch the bases.."
noo, maybe YOU cleaning crew needs to switch sh*t since it was fine last nite, like everything else..the cleaning crew is aaalways rearranging our things...
aaand why are you using OUR utensils and plates?? uuum...hiya? can i get a croissant
too?