Why I'm not working...

...I'm too busy laughing my ass off at this.


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I love this site. It's my absolute favourite procrastination site ever. Kitties are the new hamsters of the innertubes, apparently.

Happy New Year to everyone.

It's going to be WILD.

It's all Quite Interesting if you look at it in the right way

Some delicious soul has left the Daily Telegraph's QI Quiz supplement in the computer room. I guess I'll be cuddling up with Mr. Fry in my bed tonight helloooo.

I'm going home tomorrow! I am SO EXCITED. I've been in London for over 12 weeks now. The first 11 weeks zipped by so fast that by the time I caught up everyone was packing to leave. And this past week- the 12th week- has been the longest week EVER. In all my nerdy glory, I postponed my flight so that I could work on my essays for a week, alone in my room, with no annoying things like classes or, uh, friends, interrupting me.

Thing I have learned about myself: It doesn't matter how I engineer things. I will, always will, procrastinate. And I miss my friends, dammit.

This week wasn't all bad though. Yesterday I went out with Charlotte to see a play and a concert. Proper West End Saturday it was.

First we saw a matinee show of Dealer's Choice.



I liked it. I really liked it. Our seats were awesome (stage seats... the actors could have spit on us if they wanted to, but they graciously did not) and even though the play was a good 2 1/2 hours long, it didn't feel like it. The pace was fast, the air was practically buzzing with the incredible tension the actors were generating, and it was hilarious in parts. And what I liked best about it was that even though it was really wordy, even though it was just about a bunch of guys playing poker and generally being assholes to each other, the play made sense. I understood where each character was coming from, their motivations were clear, the ending didn't feel contrived or incomplete, and I enjoyed myself right till the last scene of the play.

So yes, I recommend it. :)

After that, we went to the 02 arena to see Christmas on Broadway.



I've always had a thing for Stephen Gately. Back in the day when I was very very clear about my Boyband preferences (BSB over N'Sync, 98 Degrees over 911, Boyzone over Westlife, and Hanson takes them all). And sure, he's gay, but he's still yummy. And has an AWESOME voice. Charlotte thinks he's nasal, but that's only when he talks. He has the funniest nasally Irish speaking voice, it's hilarious. Anyway. He sang 'Any Dream Will Do' which made me especially wish Manasi was there. And the show was generally nice, especially if you're a Broadway musical junkie like me, and just about worth the price of admission we paid (which I shall not disclose :P).

And now I shall go back to my room, finish watching all the episodes of Friday Night Lights I have on my computer, and wait for the morning to come. :)

So sometime in 2008, hopefully...

 
 
... I'll be one of these people in these rather fuzzy pictures here. A graduate of the London School of Economics! I probably won't attend the ceremony, with cap and gown and all that, since I'll be in L.A., but still- a graduate! I don't want to jinx myself but... oh my GOD how cool will that be??!

It has been weird, the past couple of days, seeing so many happy people at the LSE. Happy people with their happy parents, smiling and hugging and glowing with pride. Weird, but in a nice way. And I'm realising that for the first time, graduation won't just be an award for staying awake in class. Graduation will actually mean something, like it does for these (happy!) people. And although it seems like a long, long time from now, especially since I'm struggling so much to write three essays that December kind of feels like purgatory, it will happen, and it's going to be LEGEND- wait for it...

Until then, it's back to scraping by, one day at a time, and forever maintaining that Marshall McLuhan stole my ideas.