There are Bad Days...

...even in London. It could be that the initial magic of feeling like I was on an extended vacation is beginning to wear off, or it could be that I've had a ten page philosophy paper hanging over my head, but the past couple days have just been bad. I think it started off with my Saturday, which I dedicated to applying for summer internships. Talk about a buzzkill. I'd actually be totally stoked if I got any of them, but nothing makes me feel more like I'm becoming a real person than thinking about employment and the future. And becoming a real person is not something that I want to be doing anytime soon, despite its inevitability.

Sunday was the quintessential "Think about (fill in gerund form of task that you have to do, have been putting off, but don't necessarily NEED to start)" day that all procrastinators are familiar with. I spent the majority of the day telling people that I had to write ten pages of philosophy and thinking about writing ten pages of philosophy but not actually sitting down and writing ten pages of philosophy. However, I ran up into a new part of town and did a little exploring, and I also had a traditional English lunch which was delicious.

Just to switch up the structure a little, my Monday and Tuesday can be summarized by a list: Things That Bug Me. I'll try and keep it to the things that bugged me yesterday and today, but no promises.

Things That Bug Me
1) Professors that think your world revolves around their class.
My philosophy prof. started class by saying that he was going to be half an hour late to class on Wednesday because he had to go to a meeting, but then proceeded to tell us that are already horribly painful 75 minute class was going to be extended that day to make up for it. The whole time I'm thinking, "Are you out of your mind?! Well, obviously because you have devoted your life to talking in circles and not coming to any real conclusions about anything, but seriously? I have things to do! Like eat. And write the paper you assigned!"
2) Performances that are longer than 2 hours.
As someone who has been to and been involved in many performances, I have developed a rule: any performance, of any kind, that is longer than two hours, should not be. Edit the play. Cut the dance sequence. Don't play the encore. Two hours is a long time to sit in one seat, even if you are riveted by what's happening on stage, and it's an eternity when you are hungry and the string orchestra has sounded the same for the past 26 minute piece. (I went to the Britten Sinfonia for my contemporary music class and the last piece was 26 minutes long. And that started after the 2 hour mark). I would have rather been writing my philo paper. Seriously.
3) People who don't walk with purpose.
It's fine to amble along if you're in a park, on the beach, or being filmed by a camera crew and they've blocked off the sidewalk. But when walking is your commute, you need to walk with intention and purpose. Know your surroundings, walk quickly, and get where you're going. If I catch up with you and I know you, I will say hi, but if you are not walking at my pace, I will not walk with you. If I do not know you and you are walking too slowly, you are in my way.
4) People who talk too loudly on public transportation.
Especially if they are talking to me. I'm not a quiet girl, but when I get on a bus or a train in London, I shut up. I hate it when I'm commuting and the person I'm with can't stop yelling about how they've never been abroad and where they are traveling and basically telling everyone, "I'M AMERICAN! I'M AMERICAN! CALL ME OBNOXIOUS AND SPOILED AFTER YOU'VE STOLEN MY WALLET OUT OF MY NORTHFACE BACKPACK! PLEASE!"

These are some of the things that bug me. Well, that have bugged me the past two days. I feel better now. Thanks.