It is so frustrating.
I had a GREAT day today. I felt good, I had fun, but then I come back to my flat, open my laptop to check email and things, and THE TINIEST LITTLE THING SETS ME OFF, and it all comes rushing back. :/
It's not even important - Alan tweeted a link to a blog Alex wrote for DFTBA on shipping dates and eddplant tweeted something about a show he's playing at on Friday during SITC. These things are completely insignificant. But just being reminded of him off guard like that, knowing I have to see him/listen to his stupid love songs this weekend (I haven't seen him since he broke up with me) just puts me in such a foul mood, and I have no idea how long it's going to take me to not let that happen every time I see his name. I don't want to let him to ruin the Internet for me, of all things. It upsets me actually, that it has that strong of an effect over me when I just want to be okay.
Today I walked by a few places with my friends that I remembered going to with him in central London, and I tried practicing being cold and unfeeling about it. It was hard.
And I have been starting to brace myself for the questions at Summer in the City, though I know that the majority of people will be nice, supportive, or embarrassed they asked, when my reply is thus:
"Where is Alex? I have no idea, as he broke up with me two weeks ago, pretty much abandoning me in a foreign country and leaving me without a place to stay for three weeks. Oh you didn't know? That's okay, it just happened recently, while I've been thousands and thousands of miles from anything familiar to me. How are you?"
T-minus 3 days until the SITC weekend of doom, and I'm crossing my fingers that I can enjoy it.
LIFE IS FUN.
I promise, the rest of this blog entry is Alex-free.
In other other news, I did have a really good day.
We got up early and took the train into the city, where everyone met up at the Imperial War Museum. I tried my first sausage roll. It was pretty good, actually. I wasn't expecting much, but I was pleasantly surprised.
I meandered around looking at all the war artifacts, wandered through the Trench Experience (pretty cool), learned about the Blitzkrieg, and walked through an incredibly sad exhibit on war through the eyes of children.
I already adore children and in general seeing anything remotely sad involving little kids makes me kind of tear up (Charlotte's Web gets me every time) - but with how emotionally unstable I have been lately mixed with replicas of gravestones from 14 year olds who died in battle and letters to parents informing them that their children who'd been evacuated had been on a ship that got bombed and there was no hope of them coming home- I was BAWLING, right there in the museum. So I opted out of seeing the Holocaust section next and spent the rest of my time in the gift shop.
After the war museum, we weren't exactly sure what to do with our day since it was only about 2 and we were already in central London. We realized it is our last week of class, and many people are going home this weekend, so we decided to wander and find pubs and just have FUN.
...we ended up going to 6 different pubs over the course of about 6-7 hours. :O
1. The first one was called... gah. Something gothic. I can't remember. We were only there for a short while though, because they refused to serve us alcohol without a UK id. Ridiculous. I have never encountered that before, and I have been here for a month already.
2. Annoyed, we moved to a pub right on the Thames and this new place was a bit better, though I did order a tomato and mozerella sandwich thinking it would be grilled and melty and good, but they literally slapped cheese and tomato slices on bread and charged me 6 pounds. Losers.
3. I don't remember the name of this next place either, but there were pillows on the benches in the pub, really great mood lighting, and 2 of the bartenders were American. Everyone was really nice here, and a bunch of us had these epic mojitos and bowl after bowl of salty bar snacks.
4. We went to the ... WHY CANT I REMEMBER ANY OF THE NAMES? Something cute about cheese... anyway I love how there are just so many quirky little pubs in this country. This one had a stairway leading down to a labyrinth of lower level seating in dungeon-looking rooms and it was a blast. We had the most fun at this pub.
5. The last pub we actually went into and ordered things at was called "Ye Old Cock". I'm not going to lie, that's the only reason we wanted to go. Also they had free wifi!
6. On our way back to Charing Cross, we stopped in and had a look around at the Old Bank of England, which was all fancy and classy looking and famous. I geeked out a little because it's on Fleet street, and I was reading this plaque on the wall talking about the Bank's grim history because it was situated between the barber shop and the pie shop, and I wanted to take pictures and find out if there was anything else around to see but it was dark and kind of ambiguous, and no one else I was with appreciated the Sweeney Todd references so begrudgingly, I left.
I ended up eating way too much food, trying a lot of different kinds of cider beers, and getting to know a lot of the people from my course a lot better. Figures, right when it's about to end.
I had a chat with Johnny on skype tonight and remembering how excited I am to meet him renewed my faith in SITC a little bit - if I have half as much fun with him as I did with Liam, the entire weekend will be worth it. :)
Tomorrow is Leed's Castle! Then possibly a show at the Globe theatre, standing like a peasant. We'll see.
Edit: Just told my dad on skype that I tried Guiness today and thought it was nasty.. here is the resulting conversation regarding my upcoming trip to Dublin:
Randy: the irish won't like you if you dont like guiness
Kristina: The Irish will LOVE me.
Kristina: I'll do a jig.
Days until I leave: 30
Times I've had Indian food: 9 (just pub food today)
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