I just opened up blogger to catch the world up on my travels, but I am once again so exhausted that I doubt this will be a very long update.
The last 2 days of my trip have been the first two days that I actually just stopped moving for a little while. Monday Emma and I woke up, lazed around, had computer time, filmed a video, did some laundry, moved ourselves and our stuff over to her Dad's apartment (since we currently have it to ourselves) and have since eaten more junk food than I can even feel good about typing up.
This morning we decided to watch Jeremy Kyle (the British Jerry Springer basically, for all my American readers) and about 5 minutes in we had to shut it off. "This is revolting," Emma said with a click of the remote control. We proceeded to watch more Friends. xD
She then took me to Bluewater, which is a MASSIVE shopping center.
...I almost just typed "centre". What. That was weeeird.
Anyway, we had a good time getting Krispy Kreme donuts and sugary candy from the sweetshop (PopTarts there were 5.95 pounds.... even worse than CyberCandy) and I bought a pair of pants that I am still feeling a bit skeptical about... the jeans/leggings crossover that are either actually called Jeggings, or that's just a clever name Molly came up with, because she's the first person I heard use it and I'm actually not sure now.
Everything up there was written last night at about 2 in the morning before I gave up and crashed for the night. Now it is the morning of September 2nd and I intended to finish writing a witty and insightful blog post, but now I have just spent my entire free hour talking to whataboutadam about our simultaneous trips to Dublin this afternoon, and Michael Aranda about various things because it's been awhile since we chatted. So that was my morning.
I woke up with a dead weight in my stomach, and I realized it's because I am really nervous about flying to Dublin today. I like traveling a lot, but I am not good at doing new things alone. Alex was supposed to be coming with me on this trip, so that knowledge is making it a bit harder as well. Also, I'm filming with Red in their studio and I have never done anything like that before. What if I'm terrible? What if they regret choosing me? What if I can't memorize my lines? What if I wrote down the wrong flight confirmation number because I have FIVE in my inbox?
I know it will all be fine; I'll probably have a blast up in Ireland and I'm worrying for nothing, but it's all a little bit scary. The minutes are ticking away to when I need to be showered and headed out to Heathrow, but I just... have... to finish... blogging..
Last night Emma had to work (she works in a Cinema) and since it was only a 4 hour shift, I didn't bother making other plans (even though I feel really bad; I was supposed to see Johnny). I just tagged along. She got me in to see a film for free, and then I spent the rest of the evening reading the Red script on my iPod Touch.
I saw the Time Traveler's Wife. A lot of people warned me that they just bawled their eyes out when they saw it, and I was nervous about that prospect in my current emotional state. I thought it might be good for me to cry over someone else's problems for a change though, haha. But the film was about an hour and forty-five minutes long and my eyes only welled up a few times for Claire and Henry.
I liked the movie, and I'm glad I chose to see it over "Funny People", but I was a little let down. I'm not sure, and I can't pinpoint exactly why, but I didn't feel like I walked away from it having learned anything. The film didn't really make a statement on human life, or tell you to appreciate the fleeting moments you have with people, or say anything about enduring love.... which were all things it could have easily done given the plot. At the end of the movie, I just thought, "Alright. Well that's a really sad thing that happened to those people."
I know movies don't HAVE to have a moral, but I like when at the end of a book or a song or a movie you can ask yourself "So what?", and you have a new little piece of information to go out into the world with. Like Harry Potter teaches you to do what's right, even if it's not what's easy. And Peter Pan teaches you that everybody has to grow up at some point and that's it's not all bad. And White Teeth taught me that you should actually read the books you're assigned for school lest you embarrass yourself in the class discussion.
So anyway, I leave for Dublin in a little over an hour, I get to meet and hang out with all sorts of great people, and Eia is meeting me at the airport. I miss her a lot.
Fingers crossed that this whole experience can make me feel as good as being in Edinburgh did.
Days until I go leave: 21
Times I've had Indian food: 11
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