Stuff and other stuff.

Hmmm...still need to finish blogging about Ireland. Maybe I'll sum it up briefly. At the moment, I'm feeling a bit nauseous. And I'm waiting for my groceries to be delivered. It's quite convenient. I figure it costs 2 pounds to travel to the grocery store, plus all the effort of carrying home bags and bags of crap. But you can get it delivered for just 3 pounds. And it comes from the good grocery store. Waitrose makes me think of my first time in London, with Tina. We knew nothing about English food/groceries, and we spent a lot of time at the local Waitrose near Gloucester Road, stocking up on random goodies to save money. We found one diner that was relatively inexpensive and ate there a few times. I've now come to accept that eating out in London isn't going to be like eating out in NY. I miss diners and access to cheap food all over.
Yesterday was Niks birthday. He spent most of it playing Smash Brothers Brawl. We visited his friend who has a creepy eye disease that will probably leave him partially blind in one eye. This is my last week in London until I move over here for school. I feel like I'm just floating in time at the moment. I spend my days laying around, listening to HR podcasts and reading articles. Attempts at French vocab and making pavlova. Tiny workouts until I have access to a gym again. I miss Sigfried and his Wednesday night pilates. I wish I knew how to correctly spell his name. As soon as I return to NY, I need to send my passport out to obtain student entry clearance for the fall. I'm nervous about putting my passport in someone elses hands. I plan on hand delivering it and the paperwork to the headquarters in NYC because I don't have enough faith in the USPS.

Food has just arrived. Yogurt, pickles and pasta. Smoked applewood cheddar and Summer English Berry sorbet. Innocent smoothies and cheap OJ. London makes me drink less soda which is a nice change. However its been substituted with expensive smoothies and juices. Fredericks of Hollywood won't stop sending me emails. I get at least one a day. Same with Victorias Secret. Why must I have so many pictures of half naked, sexy women in my email daily?

The school outside my window is late getting out for recess today. And the 11 o'clock group never showed. There's a strange motor running somewhere in the building. Sounds like a vacuum but its been going for hours. I am obsessed with the book I've been reading. The Wind-up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami. I read his book Dance Dance Dance over the winter and fell in love with his writing. I stayed up for a few hours after Nik fell asleep last night reading. It's rare that I find a book I can't put down.

What else has been happening? Radiohead twice last week, Victoria Park. Felt good to walk to a concert. No driving, no public transportation. Back roads to avoid crowds. I wish I wasn't so short, I had staring at armpits. Second night I got smart and packed a backpack of books to stand on. For a few hours I was 5'8" and it felt good. The set lists I experienced can be found here and here. Karma Police sing-alongs, Thom Yorkes solo album appearing in an encore. Idioteque has become my new favorite Radiohead song. Happy to hear No Surprises and Planet Telex. Disappointed to not hear Wolf at the Door or Fake Plastic Trees. 20,000 people a night. This is all in addition to the first show at Malahide.

I'm going to end this here and summarize the rest of Ireland in another post. Maybe even a picture post?

Au revoir.