vintage_belle: (Doctor Who)
One last note type from London before I leave this place (*sob*), never to return. Or at least not to return for a long, long time. It is 9:00, I have just had my coffee, and I am waiting for the cab to come to pick me up at 9:30. According to my mother last night, I've apparently adopted an English inflection when I speak certain words - so I'm not totally affected, but getting there. I have forty million and three pictures (except not really, but I think it's pretty close). I'm going to miss this city like no other place I've ever travelled to, because that's what happens when you've lived here for two and a half months, but I'm so ready to see the City again, and everyone back at school that it's not even funny.

Still not pleased I'm going to miss the first episode of Doctor Who series 3. I really, really, really want Martha. And the Doctor, yeah, but them together would be better.

Oh, and someone may have stolen $1500 to $1800 in fraudulent charges from my bank account. We're not sure and we won't know for certain until I get back home. Aren't people grand?

Happy slightly belated St. Patrick's Day.

Oh yeah - [livejournal.com profile] hikarineko; would you mind if I used Leathan? Not for original stuff, of course, for ... well, can you write fanfiction about an RPG? Because yeah. The plot bunnies bit, and we all know what happens when you try to ignore the plot bunnies.
vintage_belle: (Oguri Shun - orly?)
It is slowly starting to actually sink in: I'm leaving here in six days. I've got six days left to be in the UK. To be in London. To be a stone's throw away from continental Europe. And while I've honestly missed everyone and missed New York and baseball - I feel like I just got here. Isn't it strange how that happens? I've been here for two months and some weeks, and I feel like I just arrived yesterday. I feel like I should have more time. But the worst part about leaving so soon? I'm GOING TO MISS THE PREMIER OF DOCTOR WHO SERIES 3!!! *sob*

On a side note, the Tally of Baseball Team Sightings as Seen in 10 Weeks.

48 50 Yankees caps, 1 Yankees tote back and 1 Yankees jersey.
4 Boston caps.
2 Tigers caps.
1 2 Mets caps.
1 Diamondbacks cap. (Hey, [livejournal.com profile] deviliknow: What in the good name of fuck is a Diamondback ;P)
1 Astros cap.
1 Dodgers cap.

And every time I've resisted the urge to ask the person wearing said cap if they were American. I think I deserve a pat on the back for my display of will power.

And finally: I have but two papers left to write, and one of those is half finished. I'll be glad when this is all over.
vintage_belle: (Anna Paquin - cuddly)
My ceiling appears to have developed a leak in the last three days, due to the amount of rain. My transition to a true Bohemia is nearly complete. It matters little, however, as tomorrow I'll be off to meet my parents in Barcelona. They've promised to do something about the leak as soon as it gets a bit dryer. Anyway. Barcelona. I'll be meeting my parents there tomorrow morning, and I'll not be taking my laptop with me. I'm sure we'll find an internet cafe somewhere, so chances of me updating are high, but if you don't hear from me until the 18th, that's why.

Hope everyone's well!
vintage_belle: (CATS - a human)
I have just been to see the Ceremony of the Keys at the Tower of London. Oh, it was beautiful. Naturally, the locking of the tower has been an issue since the tower was built - not least because it used to be a prison complex. Now, as the tower holds the Crown Jewels, it is no less important, but it has evolved into a formal ceremony for viewing. There is something quite ghostly about the timed stomping of the guards and the jangling of the keys coming towards you along a cobbled road, let me tell you. And so much better for it being 22:00 instead of broad daylight when the tower is crawling with tourists taking photos. There are no photos allowed during the ceremony, and silence is required of all viewers. I could go and watch it every night if I could afford the tube tickets. Simply wonderful.
vintage_belle: (Ianto - hm)
Well, it's been a while since I've posted anything at all, so I thought I'd toss a quick little note out to say that I'm still among the living. I have not been out much lately, so I've nothing to post of great adventures or anything like that. I plan on finally getting around to Westminster and Big Ben tomorrow, so there's a good chance for pictures to come. If I haven't commented on entries in a while, it's because I've missed them - the wireless has spent the better part of the week on a very bad fritz. I have been on a rather strange sleeping schedule, even for myself, which is not a very good one. It's taking it's tole on my memory, and I've nearly missed classes because of it - not a good thing. I'm also reading two books and a play for classes, so I've been limiting my computer time. Or trying to. It's working pretty well so far.

So yes. I'll end the rambling here. Cheers!
vintage_belle: (Anna Paquin - cuddly)
A quick little thing to show you my bohemian life, in which you can see the evil that is the oven/stove thing. )
vintage_belle: (Default)
Your humble and obedient certainly had a fright this morning. The only class we have today is a 10:00 to 12:00 British Life and Culture - a three credit class that we all must take. So yours was up at 8:45 to allow herself time to lay in bed lazily while still waking up, and she was awake and making (instant, ugh) coffee by 9:00. Now, since the class is at 10:00 and the class room is in the building, everything is wonderful, right?

No. Of course not.

Because the class today was going to be at the Museum of London, which is about an hour's ride on the tube, and we were expected to meet at Barbican station at 10:00. Yours truly realized this at about 9:45, when she went down to check for mail (and found she had none). It was written on the white board - allow yourself an hour to get to Barbican station.

Well, you can imagine her reaction. She ran back up the stairs to her little flat, shoved her feet into sneakers, and dive rolled out the window to skip having to take the stairs. Except that's a lie. She did indeed take the stairs, ran for Gloucester station, and what did she discover? She found that on the Circle line - the only line that runs from Gloucester station to Barbican station, there was no service. So she figured she'd have to take the Piccadilly line to King's Cross St. Pancras, where she could switch to the Hammersmith & City line, which would take her to Barbican.

Simple, yes?

No.

Hammersmith & City line was experiencing 'severe delays' - which equated thirty minutes of standing at the platform, and another forty to move the two stations. By the time yours truly gets to Barbican, it's about 11:20, and it's another ten minutes just to walk to the museum. Thank the sweet lord she has an amazing bunch of professors, who, though noting her absence at 10:00 from Barbican, also knew of the delays and switches, took pity on her and merely said they were happy she'd made it.

The Museum of London is a quaint little museum, by the way, that features a lovely collection of preserved Mideval pieces as well as a surprising amount of preserved Roman works from nearly 2000 years ago. And in fact, the point of visiting was to get a sense of the fact that London is Very Very Old.

From 12:00 on, your humble and obedient was free to do as she wished. So she returned to her little flat to have some food (it would be the first food she'd had all day), and at 14:00 or thereabouts, she went off to the Victoria and Albert Museum again, this time with camera in hand. And the pictures she did take: )
vintage_belle: (Cate - Royalty)
Well, I'll tell you the wind is blowing something fierce out there. This day alone the wind's been so terribly rough and howling it's pushed in rain, driven it back out to give us sun, and now it's driven in more overcast clouds though it remains dry. It's quite strong enough to knock a person over; I saw it happen just while walking back from the supermarket. It's enough to make a body want to stay safe inside one's flat, though I'd thought perhaps to revisit the V&A for pictures. Ah, me.

In theatre we've moved on from the Irish plays (The Seafarer and There Came a Gypsy Riding) and into Shakespeare's Twelfth Night or What You Will. We'll be seeing it on Tuesday, I believe, and I'm quite looking forward to it. And this Saturday I'll be attending the first of the concerts for my music class - featuring Benjamin Britten's Spring Symphony, which should be quite a treat. I'm also going to see if I can't find my way to Portobello Road for the street faire.
vintage_belle: (Dominic Monaghan - alchohol)
I found the Sherlock Holmes Museum today. I did not realize you could take pictures, and so have only this meagre offering. (Yes, by the way, I am sitting in Sherlock Holmes's chair.) I also think I may have gotten in free, quite accidentally as you are supposed to pay, and without anybody realizing it.

[edit] Quick thing to say that there should have been five pictures in the gallery, because I did take one of the entry stairs as I left, so I've added that one. [/edit]
vintage_belle: (Default)
Today was sunny. Sunny. There was sun in the sky all day long - it never got covered even once while I was out. So tell me, have large cracks started appearing in the earth back home? Because I'm fairly certain this isn't normal.

Of course with it being so sunny, I had to go out. Vampirically pale though I may be, there was nothing short of disease that could keep me from exploring London without needing an umbrella and water-proof boots. So out I went after having toast and tea, and decided to stop at Starbucks for a treat (I've been really, really good - I've been once today and once for my birthday; nothing in between). Then I decided that I needed to re-visit the Victoria and Albert Museum (across the street from the Natural History Museum) and see if the exhibits that Grandma and I saw almost four years ago were still there and mostly the same. They were. But now there are gorgeous new exhibits that weren't open four years ago - Islamic and South Asiatic art, for the most part, and a whole series of European art from 1400 to 1600. My plan is to go back with my camera and take pictures of everything - because holy shit were some of these set-ups wonderful. Especially the European porcelain, primarily French and German with some Italian, and the furniture. The cafe is even something to gawk at, what with its main dining area matching the facade of the building and the rest of it being stark white. Not to mention the aroma coming from the bakery.

After wandering through the halls of the V&A for about two and a half hours, I decided that Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens (which are really just continuations of each other) would be the perfect place for ambling through slowly. And was I ever right. They're so very huge and rambling and beautiful - rather like Central Park in many ways, but without the closed-in feeling that the sky-line can give you. It's all open, and spans a branch of river as well as having many big ponds. I walked the width of Kensington Gardens, as I wanted to see the Peter Pan statue and the Italian fountains, and then walked half the length of Bromley Road. The road is home to exhibitors displaying their original paintings, oils and watercolours, and occasionally jewelry and figurines. Towards the end of the road is another gate way which I entered so as to cut through the park and thus make my way home a bit shorter. And what did I do while I was there? I walked straight onto the grounds of Kensington Palace without even realizing it. You can do that, you know, and have tea at the Orangery - which I have every intention of doing next weekend. There is also a shop in the palace. Of course, I hear you say, there's a shop for every attraction ever; but this shop is quite tasteful. There are none of the cheesy little erasers and key chains and pencils that make up the wares of so many other stores. This one carries replicated tea sets and Christmas ornaments and ink-wells and lace coasters; all things that I'd buy in a second if I could afford them. I didn't stay to look at prices, so I shall have to go back and hope that something is within my budget.
vintage_belle: (Anna Paquin - cuddly)
I just spent the morning and most of the afternoon in Trafalgar Square, first to attend the Russian Winter Festival and then walking through the halls of The National Gallery. Though I only saw the first half of the festival events (the whole of the festival went from 11:00 to 18:30 and my feet could not take the constant standing past 14:00), it was one of the more exciting things I've seen in a long time. The music was wonderful, perogi was sold from every stand, along with beautiful hand-painted boxes and nesting dolls and chocolates and such. The Moscow Circus sent some of its performers, and there were two dance companies that specialized in folk dancing and music. My favorite was the military cadet band, as they had a fantastic drum line, though I forget exactly which academy they belonged to. I damn myself thrice for forgetting my camera and not realizing it until I was half way to the square on the tube.

The National Gallery, I admit, I walked into as something of an after thought. It happens to be the building right behind where the festival was going on, so when I finally left the grounds I figured, hey, I'm here - I might as well go in. So I did. And I walked the halls of one of the most grand galleries I've ever been in, viewing their collections from 1250 to 1600 (I missed the 1700 to 1900 collection in favor of getting a late lunch). I did not spend as much time there as I should have, so I will simply have to go back another day for it.

Finally, happy birthday to my father and to Darell Rasner. Cheeky bugger Rasner doesn't have any decent pictures on line, so he doesn't get a banner.
vintage_belle: (Sailor Moon - Makoto framed)
So, I found out that there is a working microwave in the lounge. I thought it was a mini-oven. At least this means no more risking life and limb for hot chocolate.

Tomorrow there is a Russian Winter Festival from 11:00 to 18:30 in Trafalgar Square. It's the third one, so it's a fairly new tradition, but it looks like it's certainly a tradition given the pictures of the crowds from last year. They're going to have ice chess with human-sized pieces, so I have every intention of going. It'll probably be the most excitement I see all weekend.

I took a quick jaunt to the natural history museum today and spent two hours browsing through dinosaurs and an exhibit on the human memory. The human memory was far more interesting than the dinosaurs.

Also, I have determined where the Sherlock Holmes museum is and how to get there. I plan to go on Wednesday.

I may be going to Barcelona in early February. I have to wait for a confirmation from my parents before I get too excited about it, though.

And finally: My vacation pictures. You can get to the album of them via clicking on this picture. Beware. There are a lot of pictures.

(Follow the wannabe cut, follow the wannabe cut, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the wannabe cut)
vintage_belle: (Yankees - Moose is unimpressed)
In an attempt to heat milk on a portable stove/oven, I managed to explode the mug. God I would kill for a microwave. Moose is unimpressed with me.

That is all.
vintage_belle: (Yankees - Jeter o rly)
Holy shit! Breaking news, people: There is sun outside my window - as in the clouds of England have parted overhead and OH MY LORD there's light!

That is all.

Except not.

Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes. Considering there was no party and it was just myself and Dana at a bad Italian-wannabe restaurant, it was a really good birthday. My parents got me the Rat Pack collection DVD set - it has the original Ocean's 11, and Robin and the 7 Hoods and 4 For Texas. I'm very excited about this ♥ They also got me Fargo - which I can honestly say I'm not sure why. I've seen the movie, but it's never been a particular favorite of mine.

My school also switched the schedule around, not because of me but because of professor conflicts, and so though I normally have class until 5:45 on Monday, I didn't have it at all, making my birthday celebration possible. Quite nice of them ;)

movie meme )
vintage_belle: (Elijah Wood - pretty lights)
First thing's first:



And ... I guess Pavano can have a happy birthday as well. *grumblegrumble* But more importantly: Happy birthday to me! Not that anyone in Britain gives a wank, but I have reached full legality in America, so that when I return I shall be able to drink you all under the table. (Or not, because honestly, it's far too expensive for me to want to.) I can also finally open the present from my parents that has been sitting on my table since Friday, daring me to open it before my birthday day.

I appear to have developed a bit of an obsession with a program called Torchwood - a spin off of Dr. Who. The sad part? I've only seen the season finale. Yes, finale. And as far as I can see they're not playing reruns yet. *Sighe*

Off to do some actual shopping so I don't live on spaghetti and garlic salt all term. Also to do my laundry - I finally found the laundrette, and it's stupidly far away. So is the grocery, for that matter, but oh well.
vintage_belle: (Sailor Moon - Makoto framed)
Huzzah for London, for I am here!

I have no idea why I just wrote that. Anyway. Moved into what is to be my new four-story-walk-up home; at least for the next ten weeks. I'm not on the fourth floor, at least. ... I'm on the third. And there's a small mezzanine. And I had to carry my two bags up, and my laptop, and let me tell you I'm going to have some fantastic legs by the time I walk out of here.

The room is rather like a hostel room, as I have a bunk-bed even though I have no roomate. There's also a closet tucked into a corner by what used to be a fireplace (now it's blocked off), so only one of the doors opens fully. I've got a mini-fridge, a microwave, and a sink, and enough dishes for one person. The laundrette prices are fantastically ridiculous, so I'll wind up having to either wash half my clothes by hand or hope to get a job. Similarly I have to either eat out or cook for myself. Hello Mac n' Cheese.

Before I can start putting pictures up, I have to find an electronics shop and buy a proper adapter - the one I have doesn't fit the plugs in the room. Hopefully I'll find that within the next week, as for the next two days I have orientation, and classes start on Monday. Currently I'm in the computer room, listening to something that sounds kind of like coins dropping or a high-hat. It's a bit annoying.

Not much else to report, so I'll finish here. 'Till later.
vintage_belle: (Howl's Moving Castle - Excitement)
Excitement!

Mom called last night to finalize everything and is getting the tickets into London today :D :D :D :D

My dates for London are confirmed now. My friend Dana and I will be leaving for London on the night of December 27th, to land in the early morning of December 28th. We will look for the first train departing for Wales - supposedly a two-hour journey. The plan is then to stay in Cardif until December 30th, when we will leave Edinburgh to celebrate the new year. How long we stay in Edinburgh is yet undecided, but it will probably be until about January 3rd, so that we can start back south to London in time for the London Centre to open and take that trip at our leisure. I'll be in London from January 6th to March 18th, which is when the Centre closes.

*dances off squeeing*

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