my love will destroy you

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 05:10:22 GMT

I had just finished yawning through an exhibition--not because the work was shite, per se, just that I have a short attention span, these days--when I decided that it was high time to go out and hit the town for once. Drink alcohol instead of serve it. None of my admittedly-few friends were around or willing to parade about with me, but somehow I still found myself, all vamped up, at a nondescript nightclub a few blocks from my flat.

And somehow one little smiling tablet found its way onto my tongue, which then found its way into someone's mouth, and it's just kind of gone from there for the past hour. Blissfully freed of any hardship or stress, I get my hand stamped and step outside for a quick smoke to calm my jittering nerves.

Tue, 23 May 2006 22:54:34 GMT

The weather's been decent lately so, with flimsy easel, canvas and tote of supplies in hand, I decide to work on my painting assignment outside. I set up shop away from the heavy-traffic areas, dabbing the primary colors and some white onto my palette before taking the brush to the canvas. I'm not sure just what I'm trying to do, but it'll come to me. I absently brush strands of hair from my face, hoping the breeze doesn't pick up any.

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 03:52:42 GMT

I pad, barefoot, over to the boys' dorm next door, textbook slung under my arm. I can't believe I'm already misplacing my things, I thought I'd wait at least a month or two before losing anything costly. It was nice of one of the boys in my history class to let me borrow his for an assignment, but I don't want to lose his as well. Better just one of us suffer. It's not as if I'm doing all that well in that class, anyway.

Rapping on the door, "Hello? It's Rita..."

The UK is so strange!

Fri, 17 Mar 2006 01:30:46 GMT

This place isn't quite as bad as I thought it would be. The classes aren't very hard--or wouldn't be, I'm guessing, if I understood more of what was being said. These idiom things are the death of me, there are so many of them that I can't tell whether they're meant literally, sometimes. There are some people I could certainly do without--such as the boys in Math who were mimicking me when they thought I couldn't hear. Makes me really want to do something expulsion-worthy to them, but I've learned better than to pick fights with guys. They either don't fight back because I'm a girl--which feels like bullying-- or they delight in the fact that I'm a girl and proceed to clobber me. So boys are just better avoided in that sense.

Jacqui from my dorm is wonderful, she doesn't seem like the type of person I'd normally be friends with, but I guess times change. She's quite cute, I wonder if I'll be able to help her in her quest to experiment a little. Hopefully yes. Some of the other girls in my dorm I see in class, others I don't think I've even met yet. Jacqui wasn't joking when she said they really are never around, probably off sleeping in a boys' dorm, hungover.

Speaking of boys again, there are actually some nice ones here. The ones in the dorm next door are rather cute and friendly. Andy is amusing, I'm not sure what else to think of him. He acts one way then another way. He seems to be halfway-looking for trouble, at least, and I can provide plenty of that! He will be interesting. Paul is thin and shy and has pretty blue eyes, and he's a musician like Andy. I think I rather like him. (Once again, so uncharacteristic of me! At home, I probably would've laughed at him.) Him and Bob seem to be very friendly, but everyone's been telling me how there are so many gay boys here, so there's that for you. Bob actually offered to tour the school with me when we very first met. He's not really shy like Paul, he seems fun. There's more boys I haven't met yet, but I'm sure that will change.

I'm very surprised at how generally-nice people seem to be here. It's very strange. And I seem to be nice back to them, for the most part. But then again, maybe I would just feel bad being rude in someone else's country. That makes little sense to me, but it's the only explanation I can think of. I seem to be somewhat of a novelty, for whatever reason, among teachers as well as students. Guess they don't get many foreigners around here. But that'll fade pretty soon, I imagine.