Why, hallooo everybody!
So, exam season has been progressing much the same as of late. I pass the days not studying, instead catching up on my non-required reading, getting all artistic with my photos, and then wandering off with friends to spend the weekends gallivanting... Well, wherever it is we please.
London seems to be the crowd's current favourite right now, and for obvious reasons: It's a huge megalopolis packed with more than even the most hard-boiled travel guru is bound to bargain for. Last weekend we kicked off our Friday evening winding our way through the city's dodgier side as we accompanied a rather strapping young man in a fedora who told us quite a lot about the gruesome murders committed by Jack the Ripper as he happily led us down street after darkened street that were once sullied by the blood and organs of several of London's finest ladies of the evening. Nowadays, however, there's mostly graffiti and the occasional curry shop to frighten us amidst the truly horrifying barbershops and pubs with names like "Jack the Clipper" or "Blood and Guts a Pint."
After the darkened hours waned, we happily retired our throbbing feat at our hostel in the pricey West End near Hyde Park. And the following morning we made a leisurely day of it walking about the lovely area, poking our heads into bookstores and stopping for ice cream along the way. Afterwards we treated ourselves to an extensive exploration of the positively wonderful London Aquarium, where we unashamedly gaped at sea turtles and imitated the more uncoordinated penguins while doing our best to not frighten all the young children away with our antics... Mostly unsuccessfully, I warrant. And true to our contrary natures, we made a mockery of our sea creature-loving professions of only the hour before to gorge ourselves on overly priced sushi and Japanese noodles. The train ride home was used by most of our number as a time to catch up on some much-needed rest, but for a fellow nerd and I, the three hours were delightfully whiled away with talk of comic books, horror movies, and an exchange of anecdotes about growing up and surviving in microscopically small country towns.
All in all, a truly fantastic weekend was had by all... until, of course, I returned to my teeny tiny living space to realise the essay that was due the following morning was about twice as long as I'd previously remembered it. I did, however, manage to do a fairly good job of it (or at least I thought so), and you're actually free to grade me yourself if you're feeling so inclined ~here.
Now, as you might have already guessed, I'm busily procrastinating on yet another project worthy of study as I eagerly anticipate my next trip into Londontowne that shall take place this coming Thursday. A friend and I are scheduled to catch an early train to see indie band The Jezabels at The Brixton, spend the night at a friend's and spend the rest of our free day exploring Camden town and possibly even get new piercings... I know, what a rebel am I! Haha! Yes, indeed...
Anyhow, best be getting a few hours of sleep before my obligatory cram session tomorrow morning in preparation for my Victorian Literature exam. Wish me luck and a bundle of appropriate vocabulary terms and page references, as I'll certainly be needing them, the deliberately unconscientious lout I am.
Ta ta for now!
Torey
