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

Tea!





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.

Love,
Em