I think it was a sign that my course has made me cynical towards my country when I started reading this article and figured it was going to be about American imperialist motives in Haiti. I was wrong. Instead it was an article that reminded me that the United States can do some wonderful things. It also made me want to watch Band of Brothers....

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal;

This poem has been in my head for a while now. I think it pretty much is my life philosophy. Nice work, Mr. Longfellow!

A Psalm of Life Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, - act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solenm main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

My Lunch

Oh.Emm.Gee. Beef Sunday Roast at the Marquis of Cornwallis. Amazing. I recommend the pub in general to anyone in the Bloomsbury area, it has a great tap selection (including Old Rosie!) and fabulous food. While the Sunday Roast's are a little pricey, they're definitely a nice way to treat yourself every once in a while. My roast came with mash potatoes, Yorkshire Pudding, roast vegetables, kale, horseradish saucy, cheesy cauliflower and delicious gravy. A really magnificent meal. mmmmmm. I can't wait to go again when Lianne visits.

And then I ate three cookies for dinner. YEY.

WHY IS THE WORLD SO CRUEL? DOES LOVE EXIST? WHY WHY WHY WHYYYYYYYYYYYY!

My Crazy Night

" I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences... But the thing is, um, what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you, very much. Just as you are."

Just spent the night eating Tiramisu and watching Bridget Jones's Diary. Thankfully Pamela joined me, or else the night would be a little too stereotypical. When I was in 8th grade BJD made me obsessed with England, so I guess I can blame my presence here somewhat on the film. Now though I find Daniel Cleaver way too absurdly/annoyingly English and I can't believe Bridget actually holds down a job. And Mark Darcy just depressed me. Does anyone like him actually exist? I literally kept shaking my first towards my laptop (scaring Pamela) because of his perfection. I mean, the speech he tells Bridget in the hallway, oh em gee. I honestly would probably start sobbing if someone said that to me. No, more likely, I wouldn't believe them. Wahhh. I'm just as crazy as Bridget. Where is my Mark Darcy?

Well in unrelated news, my cold still painfully exists. Right now I have another blinding headache, I don't really know why I'm blogging right now. I need to go to sleep and rest up for tomorrow where I have to really perfect my CV for a part time job I'm applying for. Oy Vey. Also, I'm not eating until 130 so I can let my stomach digest for the Sunday Roast I'm getting at a pub tomorrow with the girls! Well, it might only be Pamela and I, but hopefully the others will come through. I'm thinking beef. mmmmm.

Hopefully I'll wake up tomorrow miraculously cured!

I share with you my favorite song ever involving Prostitutes, Drug Overdose and Bruce Springsteen:

Well hey(man), that's just a lie,
It's a lie she tells her friends.
'cause the real song, the real song
Where she won't even admit to herself
The beatin' in her heart.
It's a song lots of people know.
It's a painful song
A little sad truth
But life full of sad songs
Penny for a wish
But wishin' won't make you a soldier.

ONLY ONE MORE WEEK

So.Effing.Excited.

SICK

UGhhh I keep getting sicker and sicker. I thought yesterday I was getting better but noooo today my cold has mutated into a terrible head cold: Sinus Pressure, sore throat, stuffy nose, light headed, etc. Wah. So I guess today will be spent laying in bed, having soup and drinking tea. Why does my immune system suddenly suck? Also it's kind hard to breath. Am I dying??! I'm probably going to be fine.