23 December, 2009

Why hello, my name is Emily Anne.
And instead of sleeping, I am daydreaming about all the adventures I want to have someday.
Beginning in three weeks.

20 December, 2009


I have received my visa.
It is very shiny.
23 days!

13 December, 2009

08 December, 2009

Harry Freaking Potter.

Just finished watching the sixth movie, which I bought today. This is relevant to this blog because they are British. And because Harry Potter is kind of my current obsession. As it has been for the past ten years.

Which brings me to my next point. Sort of.

I'm hearing rumors lately [mainly from Paloma] that Brits don't wear Converses. Which distresses me, because they are my shoe of choice. And yet, after watching Harry Potter, I have determined that he wears Converses, as do a number of other cast members in the movies. Now, if British people do not, in fact, wear them, does this mean that my beloved Harry Potter series is not an accurate representation of a British lifestyle? That it is actually the American interpretation of a British [albeit magical] lifestyle? Because if this is true, I'm going to have to do some serious reevaluating. Do I really want to travel to a place where there is not actually magic or Converse shoes?

I just don't know, folks.

 EDIT: Yes, I am indeed a spaz. Get over it.
EDIT AGAIN: I am also being extremely sarcastic. In case that was not clear.

05 December, 2009


And Krempets!

37 Days.

Today I bought a pretty red leather bound journal at Target. Somehow when I bought it, my reasoning was, "I will use this when I go to London." I've been training myself all semester to be more conservative with my money, and so every time I do buy something, it either needs to be for my immediate needs (shampoo, food, etc.) or for London. I have no idea how this pretty new notebook has anything to do with my adventures in British-land, but now I will feel guilty using it unless I find a London-related purpose for it. I haven't written in a paper journal since I graduated from high school, and I've been wanting to start again, so perhaps this will be my chance, although I feel that this blog might suffer from that decision. But then again, maybe not, since I have you lovely people to yell at me to update whenever I get lazy with it, right?

I've been realizing, over the past few weeks, that I have no idea what to bring with me. Obviously I'll need clothing, but this is more of a problem than it sounds like. I literally own far too much clothing. And the thing is, I wear most of it. I really do. I'll want to bring it all with me. But I won't be able to! Same with my shoes. And my scarves. And my jewelery. And my makeup. Crap, I am such a female! I'll feel restricted if I can't bring everything I want to bring, and feeling restricted will make me want to buy more things so I don't feel restricted, and then I'll have loads and loads of things to bring home with me when the semester ends and I won't have enough room in my luggage and I'll have to pay billions and trillions and squillions of dollars to get it all back home and then I will be so broke I won't be able to buy anything else every again. *deep breath*

Moral of the story is that I have quite the wardrobe to sift through. And beside wardrobe, I'll have to sift through everything else I own, too. Do I want to take books? Movies? Random knick-knacks? Okay, okay, I'll admit it, although it seems a bit gratuitous to actually say so, I am a pack rat. I have a ridiculous amount of stuff simply because I never want to throw any of it out. I always wonder if I will need it at some later point. I rarely do need it, but I always come up with some excuse to keep it. "I can't possibly throw out this hot pink polka-dotted sequined bandana, what if I need to go to a costume party?" or "But this cute little tin would make a perfect pencil/makeup brush/silverware/sharpie holder!" Let me tell you, folks. I have an obscene number of pencil/makeup brush/silverware/sharpie holders, and an obscene number of costume party accessories. And while I do use the fun little containers, and occasionally do go to a costume party, I will have to make some major decisions while packing for England. It's not going to be pretty, and I'll likely forget something important, like socks or underwear, just so that I can fit that pair of neon green spandex that I'll never even wear into my suitcase. I don't actually own neon green spandex, but I wouldn't be surprised if it happened anyway.


30 November, 2009

My To Do List, Part I

Well, I am back in Ithaca from my Thanksgiving break. It was too short, and I don't quite see the point of having such a long break, only to come back to school for two weeks. Oh well.

To keep myself sane, I am taking extreme measures. I spent a full half hour today on Google Earth, virtually wandering up and down the street that the London Center is located on. I've a small countdown widget on my computer's dashboard, and a physical one on my dry-erase board that I use as a to-do list.

So in the spirit of to-do lists (for I am a huge fan of making lists), I present my London To Do List. Not a list of things to do before going to London, but some goals I hope to achieve whilst there. The list will undoubtedly grow huger and huger as my departure date grows nearer, and probably will continue growing even after I am there, so stay tuned. And let me know if there is anything in particular you think I should be doing when I am there. I'll add it to the list. I'm pretty open to any options.

  1. Find Hogwarts. Yes, I'm serious.
  2. Eat fish and chips. Like, real ones.
  3. Ride in a double decker bus.
  4. Perfect my British accent to the point where I can fool the locals.
  5. Adapt British slang into my everyday language without feeling like an idiot.
  6. Meet at least one member of the cast of Harry Potter. Stalking is optional.
  7. Explore.
  8. Fit in well enough to not feel like a tourist, even when doing tourist-y things.
That's all I've got so far. More to come soon. Til then, I've got a project to work on and lines to memorize. Also, I'm listening to Glee, which is always distracting. I couldn't possibly work anymore on my list while listening to Lea Michele sing Defying Gravity.

Ta, my dears.


27 November, 2009

Advice from you.

I've created two incredibly amateur header images to use as the banner at the top of this blog. But I can't decide which to use. As you can see, there is an Alice in Wonderland themed header in place right now. If you can't see it, here it is:

And here is the other one I have created, which is much more British in appearance, I feel.

Help me decide which to use!

EDIT: Hmm, can't figure out why the text is blurry in the second image. Ignore that fact.

25 November, 2009

This post is not actually real.

Testing, 1, 2. Testing, 1, 2.

18 November, 2009

Insert Witty Title Here

First Post. Alright, cool.

My name is Emily, and in exactly 53 days, I will be heading out to study for an entire semester at Ithaca College’s London Center Centre. I think it’s important to mention here that I have, for the vast majority of my twenty years, been waiting for this opportunity. I’m from one of those families that speaks in British accents at the dinner table. My siblings and I have practically mastered it by now, since we’ve been doing it so long. My mother wonders how on Earth she gave birth to four American Anglophiles, while my father tends to try and join in with bad Monty Python impressions. (No offense, Daddy, I love you!) Now that I am actually going to be living there for several months, I think it’s pretty needless to say that I am beyond excited.

So this blog has been created mainly to keep in touch with my friends and family whilst I am abroad, but I don’t discriminate. It’s really open to anyone who is interested in reading about the hilariously madcap adventures of a fabulous (and slightly insane) young American woman in British-land.
Let’s jump right in, shall we?

Today was a major freak-out day. I finally got my passport in the mail, so I thought, oh hey, I’ll just fill out my visa application now, right? Wrong. Well, right. I did fill it out. And I finished it and scheduled a biometrics appointment, too. (For some reason whenever I think about a biometrics appointment I think of robots. I feel like they will be turning me into the bionic exchange student or something. Which would be kind of cool, I suppose. But it might throw off my groove a little.) But then I realized there’s an issue. I don’t know if my parents’ bank account, which we’re using to prove I can financially support myself over there in British-land (even though I’m not actually going to be using any of the money in that account), fits the criteria for the kind of account required for the visa application.

So I look at as many websites as humanly possible, email as many people as I can, I even phoned the Ithaca College London Center (in LONDON!) to try and figure it out. Guess what? No one can help me, they can just refer me to other places to call so I can try to figure it out. Even if those other places I’ve been referred to actually have a phone charge of $3 per MINUTE. Ew. Needless to say, I didn’t call that number. After hours upon hours of searching, which in reality was only about 45 minutes, I received an email back from WorldBridge.com. Excited and a little nervous, I opened it, hoping to hear good news.

What I received, however, was a long, rambling passage about financial requirements for a visa application. The same long, rambling passage I’d read on their website only minutes ago. No answer to my question, just a quick copy and paste job. I was not amused. And my question still has not been answered.

Oh, my darling prospective internship, I hope that the government stops being lame and I will get to fulfill my dreams of being a migrant worker in Europe. *wistful sigh*

Wish me luck, folks.