Almost a Waste of a Month

Being sick is no fun. Being sick in London, where you have to get adjusted to socialized healthcare and have no mother to take care of you is especially no fun.

I feel like March has been an absolute waste. Almost immediately after coming back from Amsterdam, I went to work on a screenplay for my scriptwriting class and a 2,000 word paper for my Gender, Race and Empire class. On Saturday I had a very tame, but very lovely day. Eissell and I went to the Tate and I could have easily spent hours in front of the Picasso paintings. I saw some other delightful works, like "Forgotten Horizon" by Dalí and this odd piece called "Forget Me" by Portuguese artist Julao Sarmento that had the words of Foucoult plastered on it. Later on we met up with Lakshman and got delicious Indian Burritos (Just don't call them that...but that's essentially what they were) and then some lovely dessert at the Patisserie Valerie.

Shortly after, I found myself with a severe sore throat and a case of strep unlike I had ever experienced before. It took me days to finally realized this was serious, and once I got on the antibiotics it took about 24 hours for them to kick in. During that time I found myself getting even worse, so I rushed off to the clinic again and waited to get advice about how this was normal and it would go away once the antibiotics kicked in. Oh God.

Finally felt normal by my birthday, although not normal enough to celebrate my 21st exactly how I wished but oh well. I still had lots of fun. Over the weekend I unfortunately had to essentially learn all of Old English, but had an adventure with Elaine basking in the lovely sun and attempting to get some studying done.

Monday after rewarding myself for all the hard work I put into the test (haha) I went shopping on Oxford St. and found one of the only Chipotles in London hurrah! Later on in the evening, I got a lovely surprise from my friends. I was lured to Elaine's flat under the pretension that we would watch Harry Potter with pints of Ice Cream. Instead, I was wonderfully surprised with a cake and candles and lots of wine and cider. I can honestly say I had no idea, and I had a really nice time.

Tuesday was the Spanish boat party on the Thames. We were lost for a little, but there's really no better place to be lost than on the Victoria Embankment with such lovely views of South London across the Thames. Finally we found the party, and of course I danced and there was some Bachata to dance to. I met lots of lovely people and cooled down outside on the top of the boat when things got too sweaty downstairs (or got a drink spilled on me yuck!). I was very proud of myself: I managed to dance and keep my 5 inch platforms on the whole time.

Unfortunately, I got sick again so here I am now wasting away a Saturday in London in hopes that I get better soon.

Next week will be better. Also, I just finalized my plans to go to Amsterdam(yes, again, but only for one day) Paris and Barcelona with the lovely Jessica Rosenbaum. Jess is coming to Europe yayy!!!

xoxo