blargh

OK, so this blog has had no action for a while now, and it doesn't look like that's really going to change. So I'm officially putting this baby on sabbatical. The reason is--I don't feel like it anymore. Maybe I will post to it again later. Relocating to England has been difficult. If you want to hear about it, and you know my email, contact me and we can Skype about it. Otherwise, you'll have to check the "Amanda is ____________" box on facebook to stalk me.

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Things I've Done Since Coming to York (in chronological order)

1. Spent a week not knowing anyone, hanging out 24/7 with a flatmate that didn't know anyone.
2. Yelled at said flatmate for not pretending to be my bf when some scally got "up in my grill," as the kids say (or as they said five years ago).
3. A few minutes--and beers--later, yelled at same flatmate for being chivalrous and pretending to be my bf, telling him, "You're my houseMATE. MATE as in FRIENDS, not PARTNERS." This story is secondhand--I have no recollection of actually doing this.
4. Went to a beach party organized by the University, went to a kid's house for afterparty drinking, got angry for no reason, and lectured four kids I'd just met about the Holocaust.
5. Got told about this episode two days later. I have no recollection of discussing the Holocaust.
6. Went to Halloween party, wearing my nightgown (my flatmates--all of them--told me that if I wear my pyjamas and let my hair down, I look like the girl from The Ring), and some scary facepaint.
7. Made out with a tall Italian guy who was also wearing facepaint, for half an hour, on a stairwell above a party, on full display.
8. Had awkward next morning with Italian guy, and failed to exchange numbers.

All-in-all, a highly productive month.

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