Monday, August 6, 2007
hail the queen
I am officially able to enter and live in England for a year. I am not exactly sure about the terms of my visa, but I have one. Ironically, it has been one of the fastest things I have gotten, although I’m not too sure why it is impossible for other people. (Perhaps it is political or something of that nature.) At any rate, I have it and will try to make the best of it. I really cannot wait to embark onto the next stage of my life.
With my departure only a few weeks away, I am more scared, nervous, and excited than ever. Firstly, I am scared because it is a whole new country with new rules and new everything. It will definitely be somewhat of a culture shock, especially the school system. God, I really hope everything goes well for me over there. As for the nervous and excited, it has been a long time coming and I just can’t wait. I can just picture the new adventures I will be having. Getting lost in the streets, learning that it is not ok to talk crap about the queen mum or the higher-ups, and every other little thing there is – even that not being able to really tip part is a bit weird, but not as weird as calling bathrooms/restrooms toilets.
Besides the little things, I am really excited to be heading off to another part of the world to live. The only thing now is the actual move. Yikes. I just hate moving. I hate it with a passion. Oh man, I am surely going to miss my family and the little bit of good friends I have. The boys they are bountiful, but the friends those are very few.
Switching the subject, my mouth is in total recovery mode. I am a few gum flaps away from being back at normal. I really hope they go away because the surgeon already wants to go back in there with a scalpel. Jeez, these damn doctors sure do love to cut right away.
Weekend Update: 
Went to the movies with Angie this weekend and saw The Simpson’s and SiCKO. I loved them both. Much to my great satisfaction, the Simpson’s movie wasn’t at all what I expected; it was pure genius. The writers definitely deserve applauses and a standing ovation.
Jay decided to cut his hair this weekend, and I had the pleasure of doing it. In the end, he just shaved the whole thing off. It doesn’t look too bad, but I loved his long hair, it had so much potential. Perhaps this new look will give him the encouragement he needs.
1 comments:
I always felt so dirty asking where the toilet was. Weirder to me was television = telly.
August 7, 2007 at 1:02 PMYou'll learn some fun ones too, like a girl of loose morals is a "slapper," the male equivelent is a "knacker," sloppy kissing is "to snog," and if you go to Ireland people will ask you "What's the craic?"
Maybe I just know a lot of the dirty ones because I lived with drunks and construction workers. Also, it took me like a year to figure out WTF a "quid" is. Crazy Irish peoples still call a euro a quid.
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