Study Abroad: London Fall 2015 #11 “???”
18th of September 2015 (Nighttime of 17th of September 2015)
I did it again. I did absolutely nothing worth blogging about, so I had no motivation to update this blog for a few days.
Overall, I’ve just been watching AHS and shit.
Well, I went to the Hunterian Museum with Ambiguous Asian on Tuesday. I have no idea if I already mentioned that, which is why I need to do this on a daily basis…
Um… Um… Shit.
I really can’t remember what’s happened in the past few days, but that means those things that happened weren’t that important.
First, Lindsay was being weird again. She asked if I knew what a baton was. The thing is, I had been in the kitchen the whole time she was talking to our other flatmates about the baton she purchased and how it looks like a baguette, but it isn’t. So obviously a baton is just some sort of bread that looks like a baguette, but isn’t. If I had known anymore about the difference between them, I would’ve mentioned it. Whatever. I don’t know. I shouldn’t assume that she could assume that I knew just as much as she did. When I told her that I didn’t know what a baton was, she said, “Renee, your name is French, so you should know what a baton is. You’re fake. You’re a phony. How can you have a French name and not know?” and she kept giving me shit about it. I just ignored her.
She eventually changed the subject and talked about how she wants to be a psychiatrist, and my first thought was, “My mother once told me that only crazy people become psychiatrists.”
Well, now I know my mother is right about at least one thing.
After that, Warren, Salsa, Chilipino, the Indian, and I went to the Royal Court Theatre to see Hangmen. It wasn’t my cup of tea, nor was it Chilipino’s or Warren’s. So we decided to dip, and when Warren was telling Blossom (fake name) this, she asked Warren if he was leaving right in front of one of the Accent people. Chilipino was about to walk out, and I was going to follow him, but Warren didn’t move, and when I turned around, I saw why: the Accent person was right behind me. We talked to her about how we were going to stay through the show anyway… which was a lie. We left right after she went in.
When we got back, I just sat down and discussed Catholicism and parochial school with David, Warren, Echo, and others. There came a point in the conversation where everything became quiet, so I just stared at Warren. And stared. And stared. Then I broke out laughing, and I proclaimed that I really am crazy, which Warren confirmed. Then I was like (I say was like, because I’m not sure how this exactly happened) “Uh oh” and Warren was like “Oh you’re not thinking it, are you?” and I was like “I am.”
OK, you probably don’t understand what I’m talking about. I have this Spanish phrase I say every time Salsa comes in, and Warren claims I’m insane, because I never vary what I say – it’s the same thing every time. I mean, once Warren was just in his room, and I was in the common area of the flat, so I just said it without thinking he would hear me, which was stupid, because Warren hears everything, and he just yelled, “Goddamn it, you’re insane.” OK, he’s right. I am insane. I say it all the time. I think about it all the time. I have to clarify that, because Warren insists that I make it seem as if he just says that I’m insane out of the blue.
So then when everyone came back from that shitty play, Chilipino, Mustache, my Boyfriend, and I tried to go to Heaven to see Bianca Del Rio, but here’s what happened.
- The security guards have no idea what they’re doing.
- One of them thought Chilipino was a stripper/gay porn idol.
- One of them looked at ME and asked if I had my idea several times.
- We were turned away, because we weren’t members or regulars.
So basically we didn’t get to see her. Oh well.
After settling down and finishing AHS season 2, I went back with my Boyfriend to the flat, and Salsa comes in saying that Word Problems is in the flat, and she basically shitted on the layout of my Boyfriend and Salsa’s room, saying that hers is so much better. Salsa tells her, sarcastically, “Please, tell me more about how awesome the layout of your room is,” and SHE REALLY DID. SHE WENT OVER ALL THE DETAILS.
Later, Warren comes out to go to the bathroom, but after waiting for the bathroom for a while, he decides to eat peanuts. He said the sweetest thing about my blog: “I like your writing. The style has a very casual flow…” or something like that I don’t remember the exact wording, and I have to say that, because if he reads this, he’s going to talk to me about how I don’t remember it correctly. So there. I’m not saying this is exactly what he said, but it’s close.
Anyway, when I freaked out over him giving me a legitimate compliment, he said, “The compliments are covered in a facade of asshole banter.”
Then, right after that, while he was eating peanuts, he just said, “Is it the famed… oh it IS the famed three nut peanut. That is some GMO shit. Frankenpeanut.”
OK, my laptop was freaking out on me, and I don’t want to explain… TLDR, I flipped out. SIGH. Anyway anyway anyway.
We started talking about lucid dreaming, and Salsa started doing this weird thing with his mouth, and I was so confused, and Warren said that it was his stupid reality check.
Warren mentioned his lucid dream 4 nights ago, and he opened up by saying, “I mean, haven’t you ever just thought, ‘Wouldn’t it be cool if you could just everything…'” I mean, that’s not really what he meant, but it came out that way…
1. When you say you’re going to blog, fucking blog.
2. Become a member of a big gay club so you don’t ever get turned away.
3. Don’t keep saying random phrases at random times at all times. You’re going to look insane.