OOPSIE!

*WARNING, besides the first picture, none of them have absolutely anything to do with this entry, I'm not stupid, I just didn't have any that coincided with what I wrote and who wants to read something without pictures?*

Tuesday night, I finally Skype with Mom and Pops for his birthday, so that was nice, good thing it's 2011 and we have technology! Actually I don't know if I would survive here without it.. seriously.

Well the last few days had a few "oopsies" in them, starting with Wednesday as morning. As you know, I have class in the city at 9:00am on Wednesdays, so my Tuesdays are usually mellow and low key. Once again, everyone went to the Sports Cafe—which I still don't fully understand—while I planned to go to bed early. As usual, the whole 'going to bed early' thing was a fail, kept up by my flat mates, but fine, I've been sleep deprived for a month, another night won't kill me. Set my alarm for 7:23am (why? I'm not really sure) but the whole "AM" is key. It was really set for PM. OOPS #1.

So I roll over around 8:10 to see my fate. Before I scramble out of bed—because if I'm late my first instinct is to go back to bed—I stopped to think, 'can I afford to miss this class'? Turns out, yes I can but even if I couldn't, he yelled at a girl last week for coming in a half hour late and said not to show up at all so after that evaluation, back to bed it was. Feeling guilty, I then thought, I could just go and meet them at the National Gallery in Trafalger Square for the tour. But searching for any excuse, I went on the website and decided to see how far it was and how much it cost. Discovering that it is free and can go at my leisure, the decision was settled, go back to bed guilt-free. (By the way, I most likely will check out that museum being that it's free and in the near future I am going to need to run away for some 'Lauren time'.)

So though I may have gotten the sleep I needed, I stayed in all my room ALL DAY which then led to a whopping case of homesickness! OOPS#2. I really should have made use of the day and done SOMETHING. Actually I did, I wrote most of my paper that was due today but still, I stayed in my tiny little room with artificial lighting.. recipe for disaster. So after a mini-meltdown, Kristin and I booked our trip to Amsterdam in April, so that was exciting.

Thursday was a much better day. I went to my seminar at 10am as scheduled and then to my lecture at 11am. But, here comes OOPS#3, left during the break after the first hour because the way the classes are set up, I really, honestly and truly did not need to be there. However, I was productive because I finished my paper, printed it out and printed out these CA1 form things—it's their weird way of handing in papers. Feeling accomplished, I was ready to relax and present my paper on sports PR for Friday.

Around 6pm, Kristin and I were just about to go to Sainsbury's to get groceries when Becky tempted us with a better offer. There is a club/bar/lounge/whatever called Opal that is supposed to be pretty exclusive and in a ritzy part of London, South Kensington. We were promised free entry and free drinks, OOPS#4, both turned out to be true. The atmosphere was really cool inside, it was kinda of cave like with rock walls and dim glowing light, the music selection was pretty decent as well and there were a lot of cute guys there but all they wanted to talk about was how much money they made. Weird and not interested. We had a little VIP area and the champagne and vodka bottles seemed bottomless. Oh and once again, I talked to some guys in Spanish. They were Italian and didn't really know English and me, vice versa. So he asked me if I spoke Spanish, and the rest was history. I think it freaked out Becky and Kristin because they had no idea where that came from and to be honest, neither did I but we did carry on a conversation for about 15 minutes. Who knew all those years of Spanish class and family actually stuck?

We took a 10:00 tube in and decided we'd leave at 1am to take the night bus. Well 2am rolled around (OOPS#5) and finding our way home was like the blind leading the blind (not to mention we were all in heels and our dogs were barking.) After a long and painful walk, a £5 cab ride, and a few locals dicking us around, an honest guy FINALLY helped us to Trafalger Square. Because once being there, it's common knowledge you take the N18 home. (I say that because that was the only piece of information we knew and that was the only piece of information people seemed to be able to tell us.) So after some random and awkward situations, we were on the 2 hour journey back to Harrow. We dragged ourselves to bed around 4:40am (OOPS#6) and I made sure to set my alarm so that I didn't miss class because I HAD to present (OOPS#7).

Let me tell you, running off of 4 hours of sleep for a five hour class is ABSOLUTELY BRUTAL. But luckily, we got 2 breaks today, the first one after the speaker for 20 minutes where we scarfed down lunch (because we didn't know the second one was coming) and the second break was for a hour. So I made the best of my time and napped in the classroom while another girl did her work and everyone else made use of their hour elsewhere. Of course since I can't ever sleep I only got about a 20 minute nap in but hey, I'll take it.

Of course after that, I was just anxious to get my presentation over because this is the class where my peer tend to rip apart anything that comes out of an Americans mouth. One guy does usually defend me though, he's pretty nice, and chatty, obviously a PR major. After another hour of torture or so, I presented to the class and overall believe it went pretty well, or at least I hope so since it's 45% of my grade! (OOPS#8) Hopefully my paper is what he was looking for. They are not too specific on what they want here so I'm not sure if that will help me or hurt me. Anyways, the plan was to go to Tiger Tiger tonight but being utterly exhausted and getting a wave of homesickness again, or maybe just sadness (I kinda have a lot on my mind) I decided to stay in and have a night to myself. It's amazing that I live in a single but I actually had more alone time in my double at Roger Williams. I just don't get it. Being someone that has alone time high on her list of priorities, it gets a little overwhelming. But I must say tonight was extremely productive. I reorganized my room a little and cleaned it from top to bottom, including my bathroom. I really need to vacuum though. I know its weird (trust me) but cleaning/organizing de-stresses me—see.. freak flag— so it was nice. But I did feel kinda lame and like a party pooper. I just couldn't handle anymore drama though... oh being female. After my intense cleaning session, I decided to do a little much needed pampering for myself as well. So it really wasn't a waste. After last night, I just didn't feel like drinking or dressing up or spending money. I just want a good night sleep because tomorrow we are taking a boat cruise on the Thames (which turns out really is pronounced 'tems', yuck, sounds ugly) to Greenwich. So that should be fun, plus I'll get to see Erin and Natasha. But that means I may not go out tomorrow night either. The only reason I don't mind though is because we've got some fun plans for Superbowl Sunday! Steelers vs. Packers... not sure if I want either to win.

As a closure to my super fun filled night (sarcasm) I am going to check to see who's on Skype,—although my face is covered in Proactiv due to this massive pizza face I've got going on, so not sure I want to be seen—and watch The Holiday!