Happy July 4th!

This will be my first independence day out of the country. And here's the cutest patriotic video I've ever seen:

I should be in Florence right now...

Instead I'm sitting in my tiny, hot, overpriced room in London, trying to avoid my Iraqi flatmates (who are actually about 55). Yes, I share a student dorm with two 55 year old Iraqi men. Get me out of here!

Two weeks ago, I thought everything in my life was perfect. I kept pinching myself, thinking, IT'S REALLY HAPPENING! MY life is getting exciting! Now it's just exciting in some tragic way. Though, I suppose it's not THAT bad. It just sucks, a lot.

It sucks because:

I'm not in Italy.

I'm forever single.

I lost my passport.

I have to pay for a new visa.

I live with middle aged men.

I've realized I'm screwed with my dissertation and I have to spend most of tomorrow in the library starting it. And most of Saturday and m

ost of Sunday. Like I actually have to do a lot this time. Not just say I'm going to in my mind. Goals: figure out how to code data tomorrow, write intro and lit review on Saturday and Sunday. Oy.Vey.

Good things:

I'm going to Oxford tomorrow to have a slumba party with my friend Claire.

I bought some really nice new clothes to make up for me not going to Italy.

Including:

Cute on sale wedges from Clarks! Loving the wedges look!

A nice summer trench from Gap... heavily reduced in the UK!

So at least I'll look like a chic city worker. Wallow Wallow.

LIZZZZAAAAAA

YESSSSSSSSSSS

Why this has been the worst week of my life.

- I was so hungover Sunday that it was borderline disgusting. I also realized that I potentially lost friends and alienated people Saturday night.

- I've had sleep anxiety every night since Sunday. Monday night I got about 3.5 hours. I fear for tonight.

-Tuesday I had to use my passport at the bank because my pin had to be replaced. I then proceeded to somehow lose my passport/have it stolen, all during the 2 minute walk to work. Issue, I was SUPPOSED to leave for Italy today.

- I didn't go to Italy because I can't get a visa until I get a new real passport (the embassy issued me a temporary one).

-So basically, week ruined. I should be in Italy now. Instead I'm poorer, depressed, tired and have to spend 167£ to get a new visa.

And there's more stuff but blllaahhhhhhh. FML

OMG PLEASE let this be true! I was so bummed when Guillermo del Toro left the Hobbit, but if Peter Jackson directs it all will be well in the world. Kind of.

I was so hungover all day today. Like the worst ever. Not fun. Not fun at all.

People who Scare me

I realize they're just children... but still.

and here's a half-French, London hipsta covering Kate Bush:

Things

-I'm going to fail my dissertation.

-I love my coworkers. Hopefully work keeps going well.

-I don't know if I can afford to live in London next year.

- I miss my books at home.

-I really need to reread Portrait.

-I'm getting THQ cake today. It's been far too long.

-I miss being an English major.

-I'm afraid I'll have no one to hang with next year. But this is probably a ridiculous fear.

-I just want to be 35 and settled with a husband and babies. I'm not sure if this is normal. But I know a lot of people who feel the same way so maybe it is.