i've frittered away two weeks of break thusfar. only two more before i depart for five merciful months away from the republic of jesuslandia for blairistan (a marginal improvement, kind of like if we'd managed to elect 'bill bush' or 'george clinton' as president....and in the latter case dropped da bomb on iraq like it was our job...i am definately not making sense to anyone right now). i think i got all of my shit wrapped up, although i'm fairly certain i bought the wrong international student id card, which figures. i have an ISE card, sean has an ISIC card. hopefully i didn't get shafted (it also kind of reminds me of the people's judean front). seems like i still need to get some travelers checks which i will only end up needing if i don't get them per the dicates of murphy's law.
i used my xmas borders gift card to pick up the lonely planet guide to london and it looks fairly informative and though only like a year or two old is probably innacurate as to where's the hip spots. i'm sure i'll have to rely on the limeys at the chelsea school for that info, which shouldn't be a tall order considering how self-consciously trendy art school student are, not to mention how much disposable income from their trust funds they tend to have. i looked up my temporary neighborhood of clerkenwell and it turned out to be a radical redoubt in the distant past, which is why it is current home the karl marx library. the thought of living near the penultimate depository for marxist tracts rivaled only by an aleister crowley reader for escoteric irrelevence gives me a big fat woody just this side of the terminal priapism tariq ali would experience were he in my shoes. theoretically. and boy, is it ever obvious that i've been reading pompous critical texts lately!
finally, i've noticed that i take a far more utilitarian interest in porn than i do when A. is around. which is ironic because technically i don't have to be as sexless as i usually am when home since an ex-lover is currently hounding me much to my displeasure and i would be well without the bounds of my current relationship if i nailed her. except i can't stand her fucking presence, and have a hard time forgetting how utterly mediocre the action was way back when. so mediocre, in fact, that i once turned on the tv midway through a hummer and started watching the o'reilly factor so i'd have something to do...AND I DON'T EVEN LIKE BILL O'REILLY!
so i'll go back to browsing voltaire or sicily's archives because they make me feel all funny inside and i get to retain my dignity this way.
i used my xmas borders gift card to pick up the lonely planet guide to london and it looks fairly informative and though only like a year or two old is probably innacurate as to where's the hip spots. i'm sure i'll have to rely on the limeys at the chelsea school for that info, which shouldn't be a tall order considering how self-consciously trendy art school student are, not to mention how much disposable income from their trust funds they tend to have. i looked up my temporary neighborhood of clerkenwell and it turned out to be a radical redoubt in the distant past, which is why it is current home the karl marx library. the thought of living near the penultimate depository for marxist tracts rivaled only by an aleister crowley reader for escoteric irrelevence gives me a big fat woody just this side of the terminal priapism tariq ali would experience were he in my shoes. theoretically. and boy, is it ever obvious that i've been reading pompous critical texts lately!
finally, i've noticed that i take a far more utilitarian interest in porn than i do when A. is around. which is ironic because technically i don't have to be as sexless as i usually am when home since an ex-lover is currently hounding me much to my displeasure and i would be well without the bounds of my current relationship if i nailed her. except i can't stand her fucking presence, and have a hard time forgetting how utterly mediocre the action was way back when. so mediocre, in fact, that i once turned on the tv midway through a hummer and started watching the o'reilly factor so i'd have something to do...AND I DON'T EVEN LIKE BILL O'REILLY!
so i'll go back to browsing voltaire or sicily's archives because they make me feel all funny inside and i get to retain my dignity this way.