Saturday, September 21, 2002

Me Time

I've got my Peach and Passion Fruit tea, my Maryland hazelnut and chocolate chip cookies, Tracy Chapman on the stereo and a Terry McMillan novel to devour. Just what I need.

Meanwhile, I just came home from visiting my girls, only to run into a set of 1st year British girls running around in their bras. Jeans and bras. Climbing trees and chasing boys. What is this 2nd form? The things I see in Canterbury. You wouldn't believe. This school was the most promiscuous in Britain according to a newspaper poll back in my 2nd year. I couldn't believe it. Then again I could. It wasn't surprising to see couples at it through their windows while walking through Park Wood (the set of on-campus houses in a wooded area, where live). And gang-bangs are common. So I guess bra-girls are trying to ring in the new academic year with a bang.

As long as they don't interrupt my me time.
posted by Tanisha Cross at 11:37 PM Comments []

Friday, September 20, 2002

I'm online! Yay! But it's kinda hard to do stuff without a mouse. I, erm, killed my laptop 'mice' when I accidentally spilled water on it, and now to use the internet I have to connect y Ethernet card through my USB port, and therefore can't connect my other mouse there.... So I won't be doing much at the mo. I'll buy a connector thingy tomorrow. Don't have anything else to do.

So, like, I'm completely bored man. After the trauma of trying to get here in one piece, I guess God thinks I need a break. The flight was one horrendous battle with turbulence and the dude next to me who thought it was funny that we would be going down any minute. Then when we did finally land (to the tune of a Rastaman going 'JAH! RAStafari') and I arrived safely at my second home, I call up at the uni to hear, 'O I'm terribly sorry, we gave away your room.' WTF!?!?! Punks kicked me out my flugenflergen accomodation for a frikkin 1ST YEAR. They over-accepted people this year, who unexpectedly passed their A'levels really well, so now the uni, and others across the country, find themselves ridiculously overbooked. And us poor returning students are getting kicked out for THEM. Can you IMAGINE?!? My friend had it terrible tho, poor child even went ahead and paid up her accomodation fees (all 1,200 pounds) in advance, only to arrive here direct from Bermuda to hear she's homeless.

Welll, anyway, my pops came up with me, and I guess he must have scared the poor little white lady in the office. She was so nice. And when Daddy mentioned that we pay very near 12,000 pounds for me to study here, poor lady shuddered and was like, 'I'll see what we can find for you,' and came back with a set of keys. Yeah, dammit. Don't mess with the Crosses... hehehehe

So now I'm back, and completely bored. And I know exactly what I want too. *sigh* How do I always find myself in some sort of dilemna or another?! What's wrong with me?

Never mind.

The Princess will persevere.
posted by Tanisha Cross at 11:12 PM Comments []