people actually still give a s*** about the Queen,
The London girls aren’t snobs at all
and Brighton’s lovely in the fall.
Then we tried to drive ourselves on the opposite side,
man, it was a miracle that nobody died.” – Of Montreal.
First off, I’m sorry. I’m absolutely, notoriously terrible at this. All previous attempts to chronicle my own existence (with the exception of a carrying-around-composition-notebooks-full-of-bad-poetry phase in junior high) inevitably crash and burn with me. I don’t honestly know why, I think it’s something to do with the fact that I get the idea in my head that every moment spent chronicling could otherwise be spent doing… other stuff.
For instance, I’ve gotten around to this after several hours screwing around on the Internet. But now, I’ve stopped reading every cracked.com article ever, to attempt to catch you up on my life.
But, on the bright side, I think we can arguably say I’ve adjusted. As usual, I’ve hit adjustment pretty hard, engaged in an epic and roundhouse-kick filled battle with London and survived to tell the tale to you here today. Take that, Chuck Norris.
Because I’m so far behind, this is going to take more of a categorical form. Such an approach will require several posts, divided into whatever categories I think of, the theme being “British institutions”.
First off, let’s start with the facts – I’m going to try and catch you up.
When we last spoke, I was about two weeks in. In the meantime, it’s been… pure, unadulterated chaos (but what did you honestly expect?). There’s been a lot of parties, lots and lots and lots of theatre, some incredible museums and art and stuff, a disappointing lack of jalapenos, surprising discoveries…
Okay, I’ll just give you the juicy part now. The whole point is to figure out what I learn, right? This is supposed to be a life-changing experience, where I completely change everything I’ve ever loved or believed in.
Well, I can’t offer you that.
But I think I’m getting what I came for.
I came here trying to make absolutely certain I loved my life, as stupid as that sounds. Related to my work, I needed to know that my ideas were with the times, and that people were producing the kind of thing I wanted to work on. In life in general, I wanted to confirm, for the 5834th time, something my mother told me the first time I realized I really wanted to live the way I do:
“You worry too much. Trust me, there will be freaks everywhere… And you will find them.”
There are. I did.
All right, onto the categories. They shall be as follows, consolidated into three posts: