Wahoo LA was quite a fun adventure!
Let’s see, I want to write down everything we did so that I remember…
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Off to study in London for the first 6 months of 2012! Can't wait!
Tuesday, February 26
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Monday, December 24
Christmas in Covent Garden http://bit.ly/TjBiH3
I remember this… got there right after Christmas but I bet it was awesome.
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Saturday, December 15
I think wanderlust is my favorite word. It has such a nice sound, and it means “to want to travel”, and it’s German, and “wander” and “lust” are great words, and I have it.
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Saturday, October 27
Tuesday, October 16
American vs. British boys (Ellen 2012)
Emma is so right! And as an American girl having the opposite experience from her I was like “Uhhh… what is happening?” I don’t think a single boy every came up to me in a bar or a pub in the 4 months that I was in London. For obvious reasons this was simultaneously a relief, and annoying. It was nice not to be harassed by drunk dumbasses like I often was in American bars (especially college bars); but there were times when I made eye contact with some cute guy and was standing RIGHT next to him and he wouldn’t say hello! British people are much more “cliquey”, I guess you’d say, when they’re out in a public place with their friends—they go with a group and that’s where they talk to, whereas in American bars, it’s much more an open, party-like experience in terms of socializing when you’re out. Finally I asked a British girl friend what British girls do if they see a cute boy at a bar, and she said, “When I saw my boyfriend the first time, I walked up to him and asked his number!”
That’s just not my style (ie, I don’t really know how to do that), so I had a very lonely, love-interest-free 4 months in England, haha. So much for that British boyfriend I’d been dreaming of before I went.
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Sunday, August 19
Tuesday, June 19
London Livia is getting repurposed to Wanderlust Livia
So I’ve been home from England for about a month, kickin it in Connecticut, and I can already feel myself starting to get antsy again. I think I may end up being one of those people who spends her 20s living out of a suitcase and never staying in one place for more than a few months.
Right now I’m thinking cross-country road trip with a stop to do some wwoofing this fall, then moving back to Germany for a year next summer. We’ll see. But I’m not in London anymore so I guess I’ll make this blog about all of my adventures.
Saturday, May 5
221B Baker Street (Sherlock Holmes’ house) this morning, Ibiza tonight, sounds like a good day to turn 23!
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Friday, May 4
Last night I spontaneously saw Billy Elliot! I didn’t know I was going to go until about an hour and a half before it started. We got last minute seats for £19.50 and even though they were these chairs off to the side, no one was sitting in this real seats right across the aisle so we got to sit in those!
The show was obviously amazeballs. The kid who played Billy was just like tap dancing and ballet-ing and singing and acting his little face off. He seriously was doing like back flips off of walls and pianos. Talent is amazing to me.
But the best part was that there was this little mini in the ensemble who was seriously like maybe 4 years old. He was SO cute, and he sang all of the songs and danced and had a few lines, soooo precious. I wanted to kidnap him.
One of the best £19.50 I ever spent, fsho.
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Wednesday, April 25
The Language Barrier
You’d think after living in London for almost 4 months, I’d be used to accents, the different words for things, etc. Nope.
First, the other day I was at a seamstress, having my graduation dress altered. We were talking about how it’s good that it’s made of this very light silky material, since it’s going to be so hot in Chapel Hill at graduation. I said something to the affect of “It’s literally going to be, like, 100 degrees there”. But I totally forgot that 100 degrees Fahrenheit is like 500 degrees Celsius… and in England they use Celsius. So I mean, that’d be like I said “It’s LITERALLY going to be 500 degrees there”… which it literally isn’t. Dur.
But this one’s even funnier. I was at school handing in my papers on Monday and I stopped in this little cafe there to grab a tea. The woman working there was, I believe, Scottish. And so I asked, “How much is that?” and she said “It depends.” And I said, “On what…? Like, how much is just that small tea?” and she said “It depends.” And I said, “I don’t understand. Is there not a fixed price for the tea?” and she said “It depends” and kept staring at me like I was insane. I was SO confused. But then all of the sudden it occurred to me—her accent made it sound like she was saying “Itdee pends”. But she was saying “Eighty pence”! So I said “OOOOH oh my gosh I’m sorry I thought you were saying IT-DEE-PENDS” and she laughed and said “Oh yis must be me accent!” and I said “Yeah, mine too!” and we had a good laugh and I got my tea for the cheap price of it depends.
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