I woke up thinking ‘what da fuq did I just see?’ after this:
I was writing my literature exam in my old middle school. The test was supposed to be on Great Gatsby and Lord of the Flies, but when I opened the paper, I had to write an essay on this:
‘Compare and contrast these two scenes: From Lord of the Flies, the episode where Ralph is going to attack the other people with his friend and they both take Piggy with them and leave him to guard the area in a dried river, where the river eventually floods and Piggy dies. From Game of Thrones - the episode where Nymeria has a conversation with her father in the woods and kills him.’
In my dream, I started freaking out, because I forgot Ralph’s friend’s name, and I thought I can’t write the essay on it. Also, we were allowed to use our computers only if we had google chrome, because then we could view the extracts during the exam. I freaked out again because I had a macbook with only safari in it and I could not log on to the internet AND plug it in to charge, as all of the seats with access to the plugs were taken.
So:
- how on earth my mind created the episodes in my head, I have no idea
- Nymeria kills her father???
- I obviously had too much of Games of Thrones lately
- Google Chrome? Seriously?
- Wonder what Freud would say about this manifest dream of mine… Was it the condensation section or displacement section of the dream-work that fucked up my night’s sleep?
- I clearly have mental issues before exams.
- So where the hell was Great Gatsby in the exam???
Le patėhaaaaa tonight. DRUNK DRUNK DRUNK
Drunkenly we love Jon Snow, Robb Stark, and Littlefinger. Even though Littlefinger is not that hot at all, but our friend thinks he is, so I added him to the list. Anyways, we are total Game Of Thrones whores. And ‘Sexybitch’ is on right now and it is the right time to get away from social websites, so see ya and lalalalaalala, time to get drunk as crazzzyyyyyyy. Or as horses. (The last line is my friends’ suggestion).
*I’m trying to find the ways to describe this girl*
*bla bla bla can not hear the lyrics over the awesomeness of my life*
LIVING THE LIFE OF LONDON
My and my friends’ laptops.
We are victims of Game of Thrones and luckily enough, all of us fell in love with different characters.
Happy times at the library!
As some of the people I know said during these few first days of 2012, we all tend to make very unrealistic promises each year - ‘Be healthy, start jogging, less smoking, less drinking’ and etc. Why not make a slight change this time?
It’s been already three and a half months that I live in London, and to be honest - we haven’t used many opportunities to see all of the amazing stuff in this wondrous city. Hanging out in the kitchen with my study buddies is awesome, taking walks at the embankment is always breathtaking, but this makes me feel bad about myself - I am definitely wasting my time here somedays (or even weeks).
THEREFORE, I shall make a beautiful list right now of the places that I promise myself to see during this year. And this will be my New Year’s resolution, duhdum:
1. The Poet’s Corner in Westminster Abbey.
Sometimes I feel stupid staring at the graves of famous people, as I think ‘How on Earth is this more valuable than actually reading something about this bloke six feet under the ground, not just watching the gravestone?’ However, it is Chaucer, Tennyson, and Dickens were talking about. So. Why not. 
2. Museum of London.
I can gladly put ticks to the National Gallery, British Museum, Victoria and Albert’s, Natural History, Science museums, Tate Modern. However, this one has not been visited yet, and from what I read, it seems like the perfect place to go to and learn more Londonish history. As long as I am living here, this should be a must, shouldn’t it?
3. Hatchards booksellers.
This happens to be the oldest bookstore in London (1797) and the second oldest bookstore in the UK. Many well-known authors sign their books in events at this bookstore. Even though I might not see any of them here the day I visit, and I MIGHT (just MIGHT) spend another large amount of money on books, this definitely goes to the list.
4. The Rustique Cafe.
It says ‘The literary cafe’ on their site, and most of the reviews are quite nice. If I ever wonder what new cafe to pick on a dull afternoon - might as well try this one out.
5. Tate Britain.
The brother of Tate Modern, of which I am not very impressed (not a fan of modern art, to be honest)
6. The George Inn
Charles Dickens and William Shakespeare went there. More explanations needed?
7. Spaniards Inn
If John Keats found his inspiration there, maybe I will too?
8. Notting Hill/Portobello market
Even though not a fan of the movie, I’m still interested in seeing this place. And the market looks promising for antiques!
9. Shakespeare’s Globe.
In the spring, when the plays will be shown once again.
I don’t want to make this a too long list, as then the possibility of visiting everything would grow smaller and smaller. Thus it shall be it!
Black Winds
