Disaterous morning

This morning I looked at the clock and it read 858. and I had class at 9. Well, needless to say, I made it to class by 910. and if I was at deis, i would have been on time. and in fact, she had started 5 minutes late so I only missed one slide. So no worries! It may have been the fastest I've ever moved tho. It seemed like a bad omen for the day, so ive decided to stay inside today and get some research done for my first paper which is due on feb 22. Basically, Ive figured out how my papers are laid out over the next couple of months and I basically have 6 papers and one week to write each one... not bad. so because I'm gunna be in paris, im getting a head start! wish me luck! and a better alarm clock!

Longest day ever

So today I had to get up early (740) to go to a GIS tutorial in one of the archaeology labs. Basically we spent the hour being instructed on how to use this mapping software to find trends in the landscape data and find sites. It was pretty cool but I really needed coffee that early in the morning. Then I spent a few hours in the library before my meeting with deitrich stout, my affiliate advisor here. It was my progress report meeting and we just basically talked about my upcoming trip to paris. funny. but he did tell me when the dig was, may 19th. so thats good to know. Then I came home, took a 3 hour nap to make up for the sleep I didnt get on my day off and then went to the UCL Amnesty International meeting which was soooo cool. It actually felt like a real meeting, which i havent been to in a while. It was really good. So now, i'm back, trying to get myself to do my reading, when all i really want to do is watch dr quinn on youtube. I have an early day again tomorrow which sucks but i'll try to get to bed early. oh! and in less then a week we're in paris!!!!

Yep. that sucks.

So i'm not going to talk about the outcome of the game because it is ranking up there in disappointments with not going to belize. Anyway, an amazing amount of brits turned up to watch the game and it was one of the funniest things ive ever experienced. They shouted at the wrong times. Cheering for Brady when the defense was on the field and screaming things like "you carry that ball". and asking the best questions like "can you just dropkick the ball when ever you want?" that one stumped the boys for a few minutes. and they cheer different. we scream "gooooo!" or "yeah!!!" they scream "love it!" and "bugger!" It was great. except for the crushing defeat. anyway, it was quite an experience to watch it with the brits who know very little about the game at all.

and remind me why i stayed up until 3 in the morning for that?

Notting Hill (sadly not like the movie)

So this weekend we got up early on saturday and took the tube to notting hill. Which is not very exciting. The food was great. Tons of vendors onthe streets... I had great chicken paella and a half a pound of cherries. sooooo good. we saw george orwells house (one of many in london) and sneered at the tourists taking a picture of the pastel colored house with a sign that said blah blah lived here. blah. and then we walked through the crowds for ages. almost bought a sweater.... but not without trying it on. It was antiques day and just as we were leaving I saw an amazing booth. it looked like dads shop. antique hand tools everywhere. it was awesome. almost bought something but had no idea what dad was missing in his tools. so best I could do was sneak a picture. Here!